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The Hawk
| ‘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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By PanEris
using Melati.
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