He will Watch the Hawk

He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye

  Or pitifully;

Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now

  Will strain his brow;

Weapons men use, stone, sling and strong-thewed bow

  He will not know.

This aristocrat, superb of all instinct,

  With death close linked,

Had paced the enormous cloud, almost had won

  War on the sun;

Till now, like Icarus mid-ocean-frowned,

  Hands, wings are found.