“O,
would I were a bird,” he wrote,
A poet true was he;
“O,
had I wings e’en like a dove,
Wings for to set me free.”
And
from the kitchen came a voice,
His wife, ah, yes, ‘twere she;
“Here’s
wings upon this fowl,” she said,
“Come cut ‘em off for me!”
March
9, 1895
Pub.
in Boston
Courier,
April 18,
1895
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