An Ode Poem by Anne Killigrew

An Ode

Rating: 3.2

Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise,
Thy sully'd Habitation leave,
To Dust no longer cleave,
Unworthy they of Heaven, that will not view the Skies.

Thy native Beauty re-assume,
Prune each neglected Plume,
Till more than Silver white,
Then burnisht Gold more bright,
Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.

The Bird to whom the spacious Aire was given,
As in a smooth and trackless Path to go,
A Walk which does no Limits know
Pervious alone to Her and Heaven :
Should she her Airy Race forget,
On Earth affect to walk and sit;
Should she so high a Priviledge neglect,
As still on Earth, to walk and sit, affect,
What could she of Wrong complain,
Who thus her Birdly Kind doth stain,
If all her Feathers moulted were,
And naked she were left and bare,
The Jest and Scorn of Earth and Aire?

The Bird of Paradice the Soul,

Dr Antony Theodore 06 June 2019

The Bird of Paradice the Soul, very fine p oem. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 June 2019

'As still on earth'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 June 2020

" A walk which does no limits know" . A wonderful conceptualization worthy of classic poem of the day.

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Mahtab Bangalee 06 June 2020

The Bird of Paradise, the Soul- God sent us with every necessary element in nature to live best on this the soul of paradise we need to use all the elements in nature wisely.....

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Mahtab Bangalee 06 June 2019

it's beautiful ODE on the beauty of God's creation

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Bernard F. Asuncion 06 June 2019

One of the best poems by Anne Killigrew.......

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Ruta Mohapatra 06 June 2019

The last line says it all! A deep one!

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