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Jessie Pope - To A Taube
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ABOVE the valley, rich and fair, 
On flashing pinions, glittering, gay, 
You hover in the upper air, 
A bird of prey. 

Snarling across the empty blue 
You curve and skim, you dip and soar, 
A dove in flight and shape and hue 
The dove of war. 

Above the soldier and the slain, 
An armoured bird, you hang on high, 
Directed by a human brain, 
A human eye. 

A thirsty hunter out for blood 
Drinking adventure to the dregs 
Where hidden camps the country stud 
You drop your eggs. 

Thus, man, who reasons and invents, 
Has inconsistently designed 
The conquest of the elements 
To kill his kind.
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