SYMPATHY
by: Paul Laurence Dunbar
(1872-1906)
- KNOW what the caged bird feels,
alas!
- When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
- When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
- And the river flows like a stream of glass;
- When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
- And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
- I know what the caged bird feels!
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- I know why the caged bird beats his wing
- Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
- For he must fly back to his perch and cling
- When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
- And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
- And they pulse again with a keener sting--
- I know why he beats his wing!
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- I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
- When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
- When he beats his bars and he would be free;
- It is not a carol of joy or glee,
- But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
- But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
- I know why the caged bird sings!
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