Birds5
Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird.
So with thoughts my brain is peopled,
And they sing there all day long:
But they will not fold their pinions
In the little cage of Song.
R.H. Stoddard.
Notes
5 From “The Poems of R.H. Stoddard,” copyright, 1880, by Charles Scribner’s Sons.