THE CAGED EAGLE.

... I went the other day

To see the birds and beasts they keep enmewed

In the London Zoo. One of the first I saw —

One of the first I noticed, was an eagle.

Ragged, befouled, within his iron bars

He sat without a movement or a sound,

And, when I stood and pitying looked at him,

I saw his great sad eyes that winkless gazed

Out to the horizon sky. I passed from there,

And walked about the gardens, hither and thither,

Till all the afternoon was spent. Returning then

To seek my home, again by chance I passed

The eagle's cage, and stood again, and looked,

And saw his great sad eyes that winkless gazed

Out to the horizon sky. So I went home...

The eagle is Ireland!