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The Cage
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| The Cage written by Walter de la Mare |
| Motley and Other Poems (1918) | Link to further information |
Why did you flutter in vain hope, poor bird,
Hard-pressed in your small cage of clay?
'Twas but a sweet, false echo that you heard,
Caught only a feint of day.
Still is the night all dark, a homeless dark.
Burn yet the unanswering stars. And silence brings
The same sea's desolate surge--sans bound or mark--
Of all your wanderings.
Fret now no more; be still. Those steadfast eyes,
Those folded hands, they cannot set you free;
Only with beauty wake wild memories--
Sorrow for where you are, for where you would be.
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