I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-/dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding/Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding/High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing/In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,/As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding/Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding/Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
" --"The Windhover," Gerard Manley Hopkins
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