I trained myself a falcon for more than a year:
he was as I wanted, gentled to my care.
I bound his feathers proudly — gold the winding shone.
Then he took the high road, and flew to parts unknown.
I saw my falcon sailing — oh but he was fair! —
silken jesses trailing, high up in the air.
Red and gold the pinions glinted in his wing.
Those who love each other may God together bring.
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