The Caged Skylark
- As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
- Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells—
- That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
- This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age.
- Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,
- Both sing sometimes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
- Yet both droop deadly sometimes in their cells
- Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.
- Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest—
- Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop down to his nest,
- But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.
- Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,
- But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed
- For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bónes rísen.
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