Question

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass
And the river flows like a stream of glass
When the first kind sings and the first bud opes
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals
I know what the caged bird feels.
Questions:
a Where did the wind stir?
b) What does 'opes' mean?
c) How does the river flow?
d) Suggest a suitable title for the poem?​

Answer 1

Answer:

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