Nature
Birds
From The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics (1899)
Nature
Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird.
So with thoughts my brain is peopled,
And they sing there all day long:
But they will not fold their pinions
In the little cage of Song.
Cite this poem
MLA
Stoddard, Richard Henry. “Birds.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/stoddard/3/.
Chicago
Stoddard, Richard Henry. “Birds.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/stoddard/3/.
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