THE FALCON

Why should my sleepy heart be taught

To whistle mocking-bird replies?

This is another bird you've caught,

Soft-feathered, with a falcon's eyes.

The bird Imagination,

That flies so far, that dies so soon;

Her wings are colored like the sun,

Her breast is colored like the moon.

Weave her a chain of silver twist,

And a little hood of scarlet wool,

And let her perch upon your wrist,

And tell her she is beautiful.