The Caged Skylark

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
     Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells
     That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age.
 
Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,
     Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
     Yet both droop deadly sómetimes in their cells
Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.
 
Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest -
Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop down to his nest,
     But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.
 
Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,
But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed
     For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bónes rísen.
 
Gerard Manley Hopkins | Classic Poems
 

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