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I stand by the bars of my prison austere,
An eagle, brought up in captivity drear.
My mournful companion with wings spreading wide
Devours raw flesh by the grating outside.
He tears it, discards it, looks into my cell
As if he were sharing my daydream as well.
He calls me with look and with heart-rending cry
And seems to be saying – Away let us fly.
We eagles are freeborn, come, brother, arise,
Away to the mountains snow-white in the skies,
Away to the see with blue waves far and high
Where wander alone but the whirlwind and I