With haggard aspect, blasting to the view.
Till those fair forms in snowy raiment bright
[52]Leave the broad earth and heaven-ward soar from sight:
Justice and Modesty from mortals driven,
Rise to th’ immortal family of heaven:
Dread sorrows to forsaken man remain;
No cure of ills: no remedy of pain.
[53]Now unto kings I frame the fabling song,
However wisdom unto kings belong.
A stooping hawk, crook-talon’d, from the vale