Dear birds, that flutter happily Against the grey stone wall, That hides the joyous sun from me, Do you not hear my call? Each weary day when you go past To strut and perch up there, -- Or when you soar away so fast, I watch you, -- and I care: For, in your iridescent flight, My eyes have learned to see How, in this strange and man-made night, One thing, at least, goes free. And do you know what you have taught In low and cooing cries? Though much is gone, they have not bought The part of me that flies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPRING CAROL by ALFRED AUSTIN THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES A SUNRISE IN MARCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CLOWN by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE POET'S CHOICE by ROBERT BURNS YOUTH SPEAKS by MABEL M. BURTON |