MY soul is like some cage-born bird, that hath
A restless prescience-howsoever won-
Of a broad pathway leading to the sun,
With promptings of an oft-reprov?d faith
In sun-ward yearnings. Stricken though her breast,
And faint her wing with beating at the bars
Of sense, she looks beyond outlying stars,
And only in the Infinite sees rest.
Sad soul! If ever thy desire be bent
Or broken to thy doom, and made to share
The ruminant’s beatitude,-content,-
Chewing the cud of knowledge, with no care
For germs of life within; then will I say,
Thou art not caged, but fitly stalled in clay!
(Emily Pfeiffer)
More Poetry from Emily Pfeiffer:
Emily Pfeiffer Poems based on Topics: Life, Soul, Sadness, Sense & Perception, Birds, Wisdom & Knowledge, Infinity- Quarterman's Grace. Part II (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
- A Rhyme For The Time (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
- The Wynnes Of Wynhavod. Act III (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
- Six Studies In Exotic Forms Of Verse (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
- A Lost Eden (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
- The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fifth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Life Poems, Sadness Poems, Soul Poems, Sense & Perception Poems, Birds Poems, Wisdom & Knowledge Poems, Infinity PoemsBased on Keywords: germs, stalled, cud, fitly, promptings, outlying, ruminant, sun-ward