To a young poetR. ThomasTime cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.Bird and wing togetherGo down, one feather.No thing that ever flew,Not the lark, not you,Can die as others do.
← LibraryR. Thomas · songTo a young poetSong 1 of 3lyrics: Edna St. Vincent MillayAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongTo a young poetlyrics: Edna St. Vincent MillayTimetˈaɪmcannotˈkænɒtbreakbɹˈeɪktheðəbirdbˈɜːd'swingwˈɪŋfromfɹˈɒmtheðəbirdbˈɜːd.BirdbˈɜːdandˈændwingwˈɪŋtogethertəɡˈɛðɐGoɡˈəʊdowndˈaʊn,onewˈɒnfeatherfˈɛðɐ.Nonəʊthingθˈɪŋthatðˈæteverˈɛvɐflewflˈuː,Notnˈɒttheðəlarklˈɑːk,notnˈɒtyoujˈuː,Cankˈændiedˈaɪasəzothersˈʌðəzdodə.