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