THE FALCON. 
And then outbreaks a general din 
From those without, as those within 
Upon the terrace-steps are seen, 
In such a bright array ! 
The kennelled hounds’ long bark is heard ; 
The falconer talking to his bird ; 
The neighing steeds; the angry word 
Of grooms impatient there. 
But soon the bustle is dismissed ;— 
The falconer sets on every wrist 
A hooded hawk, that’s stroked and kissed 
By knight and lady fair. 
And sitting in their saddles free, 
The brave, the fair of high degree, 
Forth rides that gallant company, 
Each with a bird on hand ; 
And falconers with their hawking-gear, 
And other birds, bring up the rear; 
And country-folk from far and near 
Fall in and join the band. 
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