FETTERED

By Cotton Noe

Within the tented dome where pheasant rare,

With brilliant plumage caught the public gaze,

Or magpie won applause by vulgar phrase

Picked up from idle crowd that thronged the fair,

A pensive nightingale, unnoticed there,

In silence sat and heard men's lavish praise

Of these, yet all unmindful dreamed of lays,

In freedom she might pour upon the air.