Here you will find the Poem The Hawk of poet Leon Gellert
Swoop! Swoop! From dizzy skies thou singest To the shining earth. To where unseen Amid the green Untimely death thou bringest To unseeing mirth. Upon a dark crag peering Through half-eclipsed eye, An eye unkind, Dost meet the wind With lifted head all-hearing In the algid sky. What awful thought is sitting In thy brain and breast, That beats thy blood With throbbing flood, When linnets come night-flitting To their night-tide nest? `Neath wind-torn skies fast speeding As the clouds above Dost skim and sail With wedge-wrought tail `Mid fledglings sweetly pleading, to departed love. Where is that love low-lying In a God-made thing Of feathered form? Is thy blood warm, Thou bloody thing, swift-flying, That canst never sing? Swoop! Swoop! From dizzy skies thou swingest To the singing earth. To where unseen Amid the green Untimely death though bringest To unseeing mirth.
