SEE, little bird, I open wide The door for thee; Thou mayest glide On waving wing, And gladly sing, And everywhere In the sweet air Of freedom dwell. I too, little bird, Would scape my cage; Would fly abroad E'er frosty age Hath chilled my breath, And dimmed mine eye; And nought but death, In field and sky, Awaits my song | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON |