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V.
If I were thou, O eagle proud,
And screamed the thunder back aloud,
And faced the lightning from the cloud;
VI.
I would not build my eyrie-throne,
As thou,—upon a crumbling stone,
Which the next storm may trample down.
VII.
If I were thou, O gallant steed,
With pawing hoof, and dancing head,
And eye outrunning thine own speed;
VIII.
I would not meeken to the rein,
As thou,—nor smooth my nostril plain
From the glad desert's snort and strain.
IX.
If I were thou, red-breasted bird,
Whose song's at shut up window heard,
Like Love's sweet Yes too long deferred;
X.
I would not overstay delight,
As thou,—but take a swallow-flight,
Till the new spring returned to sight.
