Once, I knew a fine song, <br />- It is true, believe me - <br />It was all of birds, <br />And I held them in a basket; <br />When I opened the wicket, <br />Heavens! They all flew away. <br />I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!' <br />But they only laughed. <br />They flew on <br />Until they were as sand <br />Thrown between me and the sky.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scaped/
