Oh Dying Sallow Eagle 

Other than you...
Who else knows better?
The Dawn's and Dusk's tinge of Colour,
The lioness Sun,
The Maiden's Moon,
The Balmy Breeze,
And the Sky shouldering her Vanities,
From River's Billow to Willow trees

Sky longs to see you wheeling down
Circling and swerving round and round
She yearns to get numb
In Thy Featherish Flutter
Against the temple of Air...

Wake up Sallow Eagle!
Cloud's Steeps and slopes are still to be curled
On Bride-to-be-Sky knit some Pearls
Preen to Perch High
Soar with roar...
Fly somewhere Far in the Ringletted Sky
Wake up Sallow Eagle!
Take for the Duchess Sky an enormous flight

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