The Cage

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Title:     The Cage
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

Why did you flutter in vain hope, poor bird,
Hard-pressed in your small cage of clay?
'Twas but a sweet, false echo that you heard,
Caught only a feint of day.

Still is the night all dark, a homeless dark.
Burn yet the unanswering stars. And silence brings
The same sea's desolate surge--sans bound or mark--
Of all your wanderings.

Fret now no more; be still. Those steadfast eyes,
Those folded hands, they cannot set you free;
Only with beauty wake wild memories--
Sorrow for where you are, for where you would be.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Cage

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