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1876–1944

CAGED

Helen Hay Whitney

Once I had wings — I had no heart to fly, They put me in a cage, I did not die. They tamed me, taught me tricks and bade me sing; I waited, bore it patiently; one thing

I knew, that some day it might be The cage would open and I should be free. I waited endlessly,— at last the day! Faint with delight I thought to fly away,

Ah, but the mockery of that open door!— My wings were powerless, I could fly no more.

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