LXV [Once, I knew a fine song] Once, I knew a fine song, — It is true, believe me, — It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened… - Stephen Crane

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LXV [Once, I knew a fine song]

Once, I knew a fine song, — It is true, believe me, — It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, “Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.