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MY CAPTIVE.
I brought him dainty food, and I soothed him long and well,
But the timid little heart ceased not to tremble.
I decked his cage with flowers, with leaves I wrought a spell,
By such fond device his capture to dissemble.
But the timid little heart ceased not to tremble.
I decked his cage with flowers, with leaves I wrought a spell,
By such fond device his capture to dissemble.
But still he missed above him the far and shining sky,
And still he missed the free wind's blowing.
He beat his little wings, for he had no space to fly,
And his bright, wild eyes like twin stars were glowing.
And still he missed the free wind's blowing.
He beat his little wings, for he had no space to fly,
And his bright, wild eyes like twin stars were glowing.
And I heard his little heart, as it throbbed so loud and fast,
And my love and my pity wrought together,
Till I opened wide his door, and I said, "Thy thraldom's past.
Fly away, bright wings, and seek the summer weather."
And my love and my pity wrought together,
Till I opened wide his door, and I said, "Thy thraldom's past.
Fly away, bright wings, and seek the summer weather."
