The Blue Bird (Custance)/The Blue Bird

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4489192The Blue Bird — The Blue BirdOlive Custance

THE BLUE BIRD

O princess prisoned in a house of pearl,
Strange little princess that I call my soul . . .
Silent you stand and listen all day long
With smiling parted lips, for you have heard
The far faint fluting of that fairy bird
That weaves enchantments with its magic song,
That Bird with azure wings and shining crest
That will not come to any cage or hand . . .
But flies away into the golden west . . .
O wild blue bird, take back to fairy-land
This princess prisoned in a house of pearl,
This little princess that I call my soul . . .