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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - To Manon, Comparing Her To A Falcon
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BRAVE as a falcon and as merciless,  
With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey,  
I saw thee pass in thy lone majesty,  
Untamed, unmated, high above the press.  
The dull crowd gazed at thee. It could not guess  
The secret of thy proud aerial way,  
Or read in thy mute face the soul which lay  
A prisoner there in chains of tenderness.  
—Lo, thou art captured. In my hand today  
I hold thee, and awhile thou deignest to be 
Pleased with my jesses. I would fain beguile  
My foolish heart to think thou lovest me. See,  
I dare not love thee quite. A little while  
And thou shalt sail back heavenwards.  Woe is me!
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