Adelaide Crapsey

My Birds That Fly No Longer

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Have yet forgot, sweet birds,

How near the heaven's lie?

Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh

Have yet forgot the sky?


The air that once I knew

Whispered celestial things;

I weep who hear no more

Upward and rushing wings.

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