• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 15
Poetry

Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!     When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   And the river flows like a stream of glass;     When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   And the faint perfume from its chalice steals— I know...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 15