Flee—flee—for I quest, I quest.

V

My mate in the nest on the high bright tree

Blazing with dawn and dew,

She knoweth the gleam of the world and the glee

As I drop like a bolt from the blue;

She knoweth the fire of the level flight

As I skim, close, close to the ground,

With the long grass lashing my breast and the bright

Dew-drops flashing around.

She watcheth the hawk, the hawk, the hawk,

(O, the red-blotched eggs in the nest!)

Watcheth him sway in the sun's bright way;

Flee—flee—for I quest, I quest.

VI

She builded her nest on the high bright wold,

She was taught in a world afar,

The lore that is only an April old

Yet old as the evening star;

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