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O FALCON HEART Steady, O falcon-heart! Be not too swift, Too eager in your quest of sky. There is a time for folded wings, A time to fly. Do not, adventuring toward the sun, Forget, or mark as commonplace, The welling spring, the fruited vine. They, too, have grace; Nor let the music of the winds In the far towers of amethyst Obliterate the silver call Upon God's wrist. YETZA GILLESPIE.