High Falcon & Other Poems/Windy Way

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WINDY WAY
The wind comes fast at heels with timeAnd bends the yellow tops of hay,And somewhere in the running windI cast a thing I had away.It was my life, or so I said,And I did well, forsaking it,To go as quickly as the dead.For more than every traveller wise,They're off before their dawdling kinCan drop the pennies on their eyes,Knowing it would be vain to tell,Who have so vast a leave in mind,If all night long a fare you well.
I did not give a backward look,Yet could remember, if I would,The lost was twenty jewels' worthAnd dearer to my heart than blood;And "Leave me here," its mourner cried,And in God's truth I think I did,Because I have so free a side;And past the hollow ribs a birdBy chance came in, and ever since,And light as grass, his voice is heard.The cage is open, he may go,For since winged love has languished there,I'll use no other winged thing so.
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