High Falcon & Other Poems/Acquittal

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ACQUITTAL
The barbarous bird,It will not tame.The plumage glistening over straw,O the wild thing snared,Will set me at shame.
It was decoyed,But cannot change.Its wing with beating lonely air,Its beak with tasting wilderness berry,Its look and lovely flight are strange.
What lover sullen,What love all paltering,Possesses the gold bough of heaven,Or who lovingBeset the royal wandering thing?
Dearest, beauty, begone.The eye holds you, dreaming apart;Go, dearest and beauty,Pursued but by the heart-driven longingAfter the savage heart.
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