Falcon

And now, if you would see me rise,

Ravel your silken web of words,

Beaded with pearl and amethyst-

The hood that veils my fiery eyes;

Loosen the silver chain of words

That binds me to your mighty wrist.

Nor sleek my feathers cannily

With your ensorcelling sleepy words,

Made out of mist and poppy-seed.

Shatter the cage of ivory

You builded me of.carven words,

And you shall see me soar indeed!

Then I will fly to some far peak

Beyond the reach of all your words-

And starve because you do not speak.