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- THE HAWK
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- "CALL down the hawk from the air;
- Let him be hooded or caged
- Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
- For larder and spit are bare,
- The old cook enraged,
- The scullion gone wild.'
- "I will not be clapped in a hood,
- Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
- Now I have learnt to be proud
- Hovering over the wood
- In the broken mist
- Or tumbling cloud.'
- "What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
- Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
- Last evening? that I, who had sat
- Dumbfounded before a knave,
- Should give to my friend
- A pretence of wit.'
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