Hope And Sorrow Poem by Solomon Crane

Though my hopes have been dashed by this rope
I will not choke
I was away my fears with my tears
And my sorrow clouded by smoke

Weak and weary, my life I hold so dearly
With a smile, I glance upon my captors
Though the sky is dreary, I see very clearly
With my visit to the captor's raptor

With the perching of the raven, I now see heaven
At its golden glorious gates, I'm free to roam
Dancing and prancing my heart needs saving
For today is the day I go home