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 TO A LINNET IN A CAGE

Spring is in the fields that stained your wing,

And the blue distance is alive with song,

And finny quiets of the gabbling spring

Rock lilies red and long,

At dewy daybreak, I will set you free

In ferny turnings of the woodbine lane,

Where faint-voiced echoes leave and cross in glee

The hilly swollen plain.

In draughty houses you forget your tune,

The modulator of the changing hours, 34