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ing event
Sympathy
Poem
Head and Fnjay
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes
And the river flows like a stream of glass,
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals,
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing:
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting-
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore-
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
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it is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-
/ know why the caged bird sings!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar​

Answer 1

Answer:

be on the bough a-swing:

For he must fly back to his perch and cling

And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars

And they pulse again with a keener sting-

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