The Mind
LXV. Once, I knew a fine song
From The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)
The Mind
Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, "Come back, little thoughts!"
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
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Crane, Stephen. “LXV. Once, I knew a fine song.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/64/.
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Crane, Stephen. “LXV. Once, I knew a fine song.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/64/.
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