Wild Bird by Edwina Stanton Babcock — Read

I said I had tamed them all and caged them, / The myriad birds of my dream; / Called them by docile names and paged them, / With law and precept I engaged them, / And I sat with my tame birds all around me -- / Sat where you others came and found me.

See, here is Ardor -- his wings are clipped; / And here is Truth (with spotted breast); / Imagination, preening her plumes; / Adventure, stolid, in golden barred rooms -- / My myriad birds, my wild birds of no name, / "All tame (like yours) I said -- all tame now, / Tame...."