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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3379 reads)
I built a cage of ivory


I built a cage of ivory
    To hold my little bird,
For she was precious unto me
    And lovely more than word.
With frame of snowy filigree
    I sought to make her glad;
But oh it grieved my heart to see
                                My bird was sad.

I built my dear a crystal cage
    That snared the silver stars,
And thought to hear her lyric rage
    Tremor the gleamy bars;
But though I knew her trill more sweet
    Than any living bird,
A faint and precious tweet, tweet
                                Was all I heard.

I built my love a cage of gold
    To joy her into song,
And wistfully, with woe untold,
    I waited long and long;
But from that home so exquisite
    No tiny tune would come,
And though my heart with hope was lit,
                                My bird was dumb.

And so the door I opened wide
    And let my pet go free,
And now my cottage door beside,
    She sings a song for me.
Oh! Such a radiant melody
    She sings from morn to night,
The blossoms of my almond tree
                                Thrill with delight.

And so my gorgeous cages three
    Are dusty on the shelf;
For in my passion to be free
    How could I cage myself?
But though she flit on bough above,
    Beyond all thought and word
Her joy is mine, for how I love
                                My bonny bird!

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