For his was a spirit warm,
And his was a quenchless eye!
And I knew ’twas the eagle—untameable bird!
For he came with the earth’s perfumes;
And a mountain scent, wherever he stirr’d,
He shook from his glittering plumes.
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Another—another! dear bird of my love,
Stay, stay thy worn winglet, thou beautiful dove!
His bosom was heaving, and panting for breath;