Quotes from baker karle wilson ii

The yoke of beauty is easy to bear Since I need not lay it down.

God hangs my slatted cage, sometimes On Skyey balconies of bloom; He lifts my latch, some rainy days, And lets me hop about His room; But when, at last, He thinks it time To tell me what the Others know, He'll lift the window toward the hills And let me go.

My years have limped; but I Have tried so hard to fly! And now, suppose Death brings Gulls' wings At last, for me to keep?