Here you will find the Poem Scaped of poet Stephen Maria Crane
Once, I knew a fine song, - It is true, believe me - It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!' But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky.
