Beat, beat, wings of my heart, Stormy and swift as you will! Beat and break, but the walls of the world Will hold you captive still. Oh, the bird of the moon flies into the west To dip in the sun's lagoon, And, following her, the wild geese blur In the depths of a golden swoon. But, heart of mine, O bird of my heart, Tho' they curve to the sunken stars, You follow not with the strain of your wings, For between -- the iron bars. |