'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 it to my friend A pretense of wit.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS by CHARLTON ANDREWS THE WIFE'S TREASURE by SABINE BARING-GOULD DOG AND CAT by RUTH ANDERSON BARNETT |