I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! and the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE MAID'S TRAGEDY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP MEMORIES by MINNIE MCKINNON BOGGS |