Poems (Charlotte Allen)/The Bird is Free
THE BIRD IS FREE.The chord is broken, Her day dream is o'er,The words she hath spoken, She will speak no more.
All dim is her eye, That shone so brightly,And still is her heart, That beat so lightly.
The smile that played O'er her lovely brow,Is all; perchance, Forgotten now.
Her spirit hath left Its earthly throne;Like a wandering bird To its home hath flown.
Though bright was the casket, And brighter the gem,The flower is blighted To bloom not again.
Not a sigh e'er told Of the parting hour,When the spoiler crushed That little flower.
Like a star she came, And lingered here,And all she asked Was a silent tear.
The bird is free, Unchained it flies,With its broken heart, To its native skies.
Exhaled from earth, She seeks above,The perfect bliss Of endless love.