My Birds That Fly No Longer

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.

by Adelaide Crapsey

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