Opus 1622

Phillip A. Ellis

A joyous bird soared
   in the woods to pour
   his joyous song
to his love unwronged.

But by a man, who saw
   and heard his song soar,
he was trapped, no more
   to sing in freedom; thus was wronged
a joyous bird.

In his cage, on a drawer,
   his throbbing melody soars
a sorrowful plainsong,
a melancholic monophthong,
   for he is, no more,
a joyous bird.

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