Poems (Charlotte Allen)/The Bird is Free
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THE BIRD IS FREE.
The chord is broken,
Her day dream is o'er,
The words she hath spoken,
She will speak no more.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Unchained it flies,
With its broken heart,
To its native skies.
Exhaled from earth,
She seeks above,
The perfect bliss
Of endless love.
She seeks above,
The perfect bliss
Of endless love.