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Questioning.
QUESTIONING.
My little bird within his cage is singing
His gay, sweet song;
With joyous melody the room is ringing
The whole day long.
His gay, sweet song;
With joyous melody the room is ringing
The whole day long.
Beyond his gilded cage he has no dreaming,
His all, his home:
No care beside e'er shades his happy seeming,
No wish to roam.
His all, his home:
No care beside e'er shades his happy seeming,
No wish to roam.
But when I ope his cage and bid him enter
The mansion wide,
Where rooms and halls diverge as from a centre
On every side,
The mansion wide,
Where rooms and halls diverge as from a centre
On every side,
He mutely stands to turn and gaze and wonder
At space so vast:
Relations old and sense secure asunder
Are rent at last.
At space so vast:
Relations old and sense secure asunder
Are rent at last.
