1I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
2dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
3Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
4High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
5In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
6As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
7Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
8Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
9Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
10Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
11Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
12No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
13Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
14Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
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