.Over Sir John's hill,
The hawk on fire hangs still;
In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his
Claws
And gallows, up the rays of his eyes the small birds of
The bay
And the shrill child's play
Wars
Of the sparrows and such who swansing, dusk, in
Wrangl.
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