The Windhover

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1. I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
2. dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
3. Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
4. High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
5. In his ecstacy! then off, off forth on swing,
6. As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
7. Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
8. Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
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10. Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
11. Buckle! and the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
12. Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
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14. No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
15. Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
16. Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.