Cage
      Me
     
    
   
   
    
     
      How
      temptress-like
      your
     
     
      words
      bereave
      me;
     
    

    
     
      Sing
      my
      fancy
      free
     
    

    
     
      So
      I
      a
      captive
      lorn
      beholdst
     
     
      Yours
      forever
      be
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Behind
      the
      chorus
      line
     
     
      doth
      follow
     
    

    
     
      Actions
      all,
      pursued
     
    

    
     
      With
      hidden
      plots
      and
      polka
      dots
     
     
      Scattered
      o’er
      the
      view
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Against
      hard
      will
      your
     
     
      heart
      fell
      fevered
     
    

    
     
      Quick
      detained
      by
      love
     
    

    
     
      And
      favour,
      Fate
      my
      way
      did
      look
     
     
      To
      catch
      my
      fancy
      dove
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Within
      my
      precious
      arms
     
     
      engulfed
      here
     
    

    
     
      Safest
      haven
      seem
     
    

    
     
      Unnoticed
      go
      the
      tables
      turned
     
     
      And
      cages
      but
      a
      dream
     
    
   
   
    
     
      —Mariéve
      MacGregor