Dost thou guess what it is--
Living in trees?
And to sleep in a nest
Rocked by the breeze?

III.

Thou wert born in a cage,
My own dear bird!
But, I fancy, new longings
Thy heart have stirred.

IV.

Or perhaps to the garden
Some bird has flown,
And taught thee of freedom,
Before unknown.

[Illustration]

V.

If I open thy cage
And bid thee to fly,
Wilt thou ever come back,
To gladden mine eye?

VI.