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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.