DEAR prison'd Bird, how do the stars combine To make my am'rous state resemble thine? Thou, happy thou! dost sing, and so do I, Yet both of us have lost our liberty; For him thou sing'st who captive thee detains, And I for her who makes me wear her chains: But I, alas, this disproportion find, Thou for delight, I sing to ease my mind: Thy heart's exalted, mine depress'd does lie; Thou liv'st by singing, I by singing die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS |