<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Falconer Of God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. <br>I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! <br>I shall start a heron soon <br>In the marsh beneath the moon— <br>A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings, <br>Rising and crying <br>Wordless, wondrous things; <br>The secret of the stars, of the world’s heart-strings <br>The answer to their woe. <br>Then stoop thou upon him, and grip and hold him so!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wild soul waited on as falcons hover. <br>I beat the reedy fens as I trampled put. <br>I heard the mournful loon <br>In the marsh beneath the moon. <br>And then, with feathery thunder, the bird of my desire <br>Broke from the cover <br>Flashing silver fire. <br>High up among the stars I saw his pinions spire. <br>The pale clouds gazed aghast <br>As my falcon stooped upon him, and gript and held him fast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul dropped through the air—with heavenly plunder?— <br>Gripping the dazzling bird my dreaming knew? <br>Nay! but a piteous freight, <br>A dark and heavy weight <br>Despoiled of silver plumage, its voice forever stilled— <br>All of the wonder <br>Gone that ever filled <br>Its guise with glory. O bird that I have killed, <br>How brilliantly you flew <br>Across my rapturous vision when first I dreamed of you! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I fling my soul on high with new endeavor, <br>And I ride the world below with a joyful mind. <br>I shall start a heron soon <br>In the marsh beneath the moon— <br>A wondrous silver heron its inner darkness fledges! <br>I beat forever <br>The fens and the sedges. <br>The pledge is still the same—for all disastrous pledges, <br>All hopes resigned! <br>My soul still flies above me for the quarry it shall find!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521212" data-title="The Falconer Of God de Stephen Vincent Benet" data-description="I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon— A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings, Rising and crying Wordless, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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