Cage

Cage

Stop o dear that hum, hum of silence hum of prejudice, beg I for thou;

Only know the bird’s master’s garden, come, the muse will guide through;

It is beautiful tell I for thou, nothing like thy loveliest feather I’ve ever known;

What art thou? Graceful flew over narrow patch, I knew thou well all season:

Come o dear come, all woods I know are fine, be envy not in any weather;

Snoop to forest, song’s so much and nature earth shall hurt thou never;

Wakes o little bird, drained I for unconscious void thou slumbered within;

O sweetest, I love thou best, ever no I notion thy dance a felony movin’;

Trust not thy rear, believe liberated explore thou may foreseen;

Imped the conceit chant, beyond the feather I admire like heaven;

Through the dye and the smooth, mine gaze witnessed the sore;

For our melancholy, better to care and hurt, than ignorance and to be pride.