I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
.          dom of daylight’s dauphin dapple-dáwn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
.          Of the rólling level undernéath him steady áir, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
.         As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
.          Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!