THE FALCON. 159 
But that was in the days gone by; 
The days of Norman chivalry, 
When the low crouched unto the high ; — 
The times of other years! 
Oh gay goshawk, your days were when 
Came down at night the ruffian men, 
To slay the sleeping children then 
Lying in London Tower ; 
Yours were the days of civil feud; 
Of Rufus slain within the wood ; 
Of servile John; of Robin Hood; 
Of Woodstock’s bloody bower ! 
Oh, gay goshawk, you but belong 
To troubadour and minstrel song ; 
To shirt of mail and hauberk strong ; 
To moat and castle-wall; 
To serf and baron, page and dame ; 
To abbot sleek, as spaniel tame ; 
To kings who could not sign their name ; 
To times of wrong and thrall! 
