By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd <br />Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade <br />There hopes to pearch and with a chearfull Tune <br />O're-passe the scortchings of the sultry Noon. <br />But soon repuls'd by the obdurate scean <br />How swift she turns but turns alas in vain <br />That piece a Grove, this shews an ambient sky <br />Where immitated Fowl their pinnions ply <br />Seeming to mount in flight and aiming still more high. <br />All she outstrip's and with a moments pride <br />Their understation silent does deride <br />Till the dash'd Cealing strikes her to the ground <br />No intercepting shrub to break the fall is found <br />Recovering breath the window next she gaines <br />Nor fears a stop from the transparent Panes. <br /> <br />But we degresse and leaue th' imprison'd wretch <br />Now sinking low now on a loftyer stretch <br />Flutt'ring in endless cercles of dismay <br />Till some kind hand directs the certain way <br />Which through the casement an escape affoards <br />And leads to ample space the only Heav'n of Birds.<br /><br />Anne Kingsmill Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-and-the-arras/
