'Scaped

Title Word Count: 

1

Include: 

Yes

Collection: 

Poet: 

Year Rounded: 

1 800

Poem: 

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.