A Celebration of Women Writers

"An Ode" [fragment] by Mrs. Anne Killigrew (c.1660-1685).
From Killigrew, Anne. Poems  1686. Facs. edn., ed. R. E. Morton. Gainesville, Florida: Scholars, 1967. pp. 82-83.

An ODE.

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.

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    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.

II.

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 ?

III.

The Bird of Paradice the Soul,

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