The Captive

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Title:     The Captive
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

I want to take my heart away,
Break it away from the branch where it clings;
I want to quit the barren spray
Where now no throstle sings.

The butterflies have long since gone,
Gone to the bough where the gay blossoms are;
The sinking sun now bears the dawn
To other lands afar.

I want to break my heart away,
Tear it away from the bough where it grows;
O for the light of a free new day,
On the hill beyond the snows!

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Captive

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