by Timothy Thomas Fortune
The bird has vanished from its cage-
Has left its prison house to me!
It will not fill its song with rage
Again-for it is free!
Will it forget, can it forget,
The love, the tender care, I gave,
Or feel one throb of sad regret
That 'tis no more my slave?
Go, nameless one, and find a mate
Which will be more than friend to thee,
But, in thy freedom, do not hate,
Do not think ill of me!
Last updated February 21, 2018