But, I have set free from this prison

all these little birds.

This prison is not cruel,

only fatiguing, as willful dust can be.

One may sweep it from here to there;

it does not obey.

It falls where it wishes

onto the newly cleansed

marble floors.

This spirit does not yet fly –

only imagines,

only sees in fleeting glimpses;

as in those moments

of contemplating garden walls.

But, I have set free from this prison,

all these little birds.