My Heart, 'Tis a Caged Bird

Love, what shalt I speak for what thou dost see Through most offensive blackened iron bars Where sky is sick and hides away the stars Because my heart pounds ardently for thee. My Lord's old mind was poisoned with debris By vile council to banish thee afar For if we came and called an infant ours Their worth would thus be scorned, ruled by part flea. Thou mustn’t think mine soul belongs to gold Lest be that gold which flows from out thy head, Then ye'd be right, and know I could not bear A breath away from ev'ry rounded fold. As thou dost read, I draw nigh to thy bed To set thee free and stir the midnight air.