This morning I thought I have not posted any poetry lately, and thought I would search some out, so I pulled from my books and thought surely I would find something in “QUEST & CONQUEST” BY DEAN C. DUTTON, which is a comprehensive book of “thought nuggets” poetry, short stories, meditations for everyday life. first published in the 1930’s, which contains 457 pages and is a large book. This morning nothing really seemed to pop off the page for me, so next was to go online.
A good Biography of Anne Bronte can be found on Poem Hunter at this link.
Though today I found what I thought spoke to me on Poem Hunter. The Captive Dove by Anne Bronte’
The Captive Dove
by Anne Bronte’ 1820 – 1849
Poor restless dove, I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
I mourn for thy captivity,
And in thy woes forget mine own.
To see thee stand prepared to fly,
And flap those useless wings of thine,
And gaze into the distant sky,
Would melt a harder heart than mine.
In vain in vain! Thou canst not rise:
Thy prison roof confines thee there;
Its slender wires delude thine eyes,
And quench thy longings with despair.
Oh, thou wert made to wander free
In sunny mead and shady grove,
And, far beyond the rolling sea,
In distant climes, at will to rove!
Yet, hadst thou but one gentle mate
Thy little drooping heart to cheer,
And share with thee thy captive state,
Thou couldst be happy even there.
Yes, even there, if, listening by,
One faithful dear companion stood,
While gazing on her full bright eye,
Thou mightst forget thy native wood.
But thou, poor solitary dove,
Must make, unheard, thy joyless moan;
The heart, that Nature formed to love,
Must pine, neglected, and alone.