… And you, O most of all
I hate, whose wisdom is
But to be cynical, -
The knave's analysis.
You who have never known
The heart set wild with a word,
Or seen the swallows blown
Northward when spring has stirred
The wing's rebellion.
I wonder if you found,
Beaten with wind and sun,
A swallow on the ground,
Would even a moment's thought
Trouble you with a fleet
Pain,that such daring brought
Such passionate defeat.