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Arthur Symons - The Caged Bird
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A year ago I asked you for your soul; 
I took it in my hands, it weighed as light 
As any bird`s wing, it was poised for flight, 
It was a wandering thing without a goal. 
I caged it, and I tended it; it throve; 
Wise ways I taught it; it forgot to fly; 
It learnt to know its cage, its keeper; I, 
Its keeper, taught it that the cage was love. 
And now I take my bird out of the cage, 
It flutters not a feather, looks at me 
Sadly, without desire, without surprise; 
See, I have tamed it, it is still and sage, 
It has not strength enough for liberty, 
It does not even hate me with its eyes.
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