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THE HAWK AND THE BABE 
 
 
See yon solitary star !   
 What a world of blackness wraps 
 Round it !  Unimagined gaps !   
Let it be !  Content thy car 
With the voyage to things that are !   
 
Nor, an thou perchance behold 
 How I plunge and batten on 
 Earth’s exenterate carrion, 
Deem torquoise match midden-mould 
Or deny the Hawk of Gold !