| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To My Heart | | By Maurice Browne |
| | Desiderio captum, sive suo sive aliorum
CAGED bird, prisoner, on thine own heart feeding, | |
| What shall I say to thee? What comfort is in me | |
| For thee, whose wings, whose heart, are bleeding, bleeding, | |
| From the hands that clipped and the unsatisfied mouth feeding | |
| Angrily, hungrily? | 5 |
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| Caged bird, prisoner, insatiately feeding, | |
| What have they done to thee? whose were the hands that caged thee, | |
| Clipped thy wings, thy wings, and left them bleeding, | |
| Pinionless, powerless of flight from the mouth feeding | |
| Hungrily, wearily? | 10 |
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| Caged bird, prisoner, wingless and weary of feeding, | |
| Whence did they capture thee? what heaven heard thy rapture | |
| First, ere captivity set thy small heart bleeding, | |
| Bleeding, unconsumed beneath the sad mouth feeding | |
| Wearily, ceaselessly? | 15 |
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| Caged bird, prisoner, when done thy woeful feeding, | |
| Whither wilt thou fly? in what deep, what height, | |
| Hide thy maimed body, thy mouth stayed from feeding, | |
| Thy songless mouth, thy heart bleeding, bleeding | |
| Deathlessly, hopelessly? | 20 | | | |
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