Текст песни Nad Sylvan - The Hawk

Оригинальный текст песни The Hawk

'Call down the hawk from the air
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild
For larder and spit are bare
The old cook enraged
The scullion gone wild'

'I will not be clapped in a hood
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud'
'What tumbling cloud did you cleave
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind
Last evening? that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave
Should give to my friеnd
A pretence of wit'