 | [The lady to her falcon, in] The brilliant ; a gift book for 1850 |  |
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THE LADY TO HER FALCON.
Upward! upward!—soar my falcon! Lo, I give thee freedom now:—
Up!—above the cloudy billows round Ben Lomond's hoary brow;—
Where the sunshine falls, unshadow'd, through the clear, cool atmosphere,
There's a home and kindred creatures, which can never greet thee here.
Up!—above the cloudy billows round Ben Lomond's hoary brow;—
Where the sunshine falls, unshadow'd, through the clear, cool atmosphere,
There's a home and kindred creatures, which can never greet thee here.
While my lover fights for freedom, shall I keep thy fetters on?
Shall I darken, for my foolish sports, an eye that seeks the sun?
Upward, go! like hope triumphant,—and I would that thou could'st bear
To him, who train'd thee for my hand, a message through the air!
Shall I darken, for my foolish sports, an eye that seeks the sun?
Upward, go! like hope triumphant,—and I would that thou could'st bear
To him, who train'd thee for my hand, a message through the air!
Ha!—I feel a closer pressure, where thy trembling talon clings;—
Why, my falcon, dost thou falter to unfold thy flashing wings?
Can the gentle tone of kindness, draw thy glance to mine again?
When thy jesses bind no longer is there love that can restrain?
Why, my falcon, dost thou falter to unfold thy flashing wings?
Can the gentle tone of kindness, draw thy glance to mine again?
When thy jesses bind no longer is there love that can restrain?
O, my falcon, I will trust thee, as an omen of my lot!
And the tender vow my lover breath'd has never been forgot:—
And from the battle, bravely won, he comes to leave me never,—
My falcon stay till he is here, then thou art free forever!
And the tender vow my lover breath'd has never been forgot:—
And from the battle, bravely won, he comes to leave me never,—
My falcon stay till he is here, then thou art free forever!
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