MY BIRD.
“My soul is as a sacred bird, the highest heaven its nest,
Fretting within its body-bars, it finds on earth its nest;
When rising from its dusty heap this bird of mine shall soar
’Twill find upon the lofty gate the nest it had before.
The Sidrah,[[277]] shall receive my bird, when it has winged its way,
And on the Empyrean’s top, my falcon’s foot shall stay,
Over the ample field of earth is fortune’s shadow cast,
Where upon wings and pennons borne this bird of mine has past.
No spot in the two worlds it owns, above the sphere its goal,