I.
High didst thou once in honour stand,
The falcon on a Prince’s hand:
II.
Thine eye, unhooded and unsealed,
All depths of being pierced and scanned:
III.
All worlds of space, from end to end,
Thy never-wearied pinion spanned.
IV.
O falcon of the spiritual heaven—
Entangled in an earthly band,
V.
While all too eagerly thy prey
Pursuing in a lower land—
VI.
In hope abide;—thy Monarch yet
For thy release shall give command,
VII.
And bid thee to resume again
Thy place upon thy Monarch’s hand.