Emily Brontë
Caged Bird
And like myself alone, wholly alone
It sees the day's long sunshine glow;
And like myself it makes its moan
In unexhausted woe

Give we the hills our equal prayer;
Earth's breezy hills and heaven's blue sea;
We ask for nothing further here
But our own hearts, the joy of liberty

Could my hand unlock the chain
How gladly would I watch it soar
And never regret, and never complain
To see its shining eyes no more