Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The HawkWilliam Butler Yeats
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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.
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.
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening, that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit?