BLACK CAT POEMS
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Spirits in Prison
Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
in his lair,
Bind him fast with leash and thong;
Muscles quiver, eyeballs glare,
Nerves and thews wax iron strong:
Mad with fury and despair
He will rage against his wrong.
With his bonds and fiery heart,
Spirit, this is what thou art.
, maim his wings,
Seek to tame his dauntless eye;
Teach him songs the linnet sings,
Tell him to forget the sky;
Tell him flight brings arrow stings--
He must soar or he will die.
Beating pinion, eye of flame,
Spirit, this is thou the same.
Mark the everlasting sea,
Watch her mighty heart uplift;
O'er her bosom broad and free,
Fleets may ride and wrecks may drift,
Aye, storms may rage; what recketh she?
is her gift.
"Spirit wait," she murmurs thee,
poems by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene