Poem by Elinor Wylie

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 coloured like the sun, 
Her breast is coloured 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.

1. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
2. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
3. The Pekingese
4. One Person
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

Richard Lovelace The Falcon ("Fair Princesse of the spacious air")

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