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MANY roses in the wind / Are tapping at the window-sash. / A hawk is in the sky; his wings / Slowly begin to plash.
The roses with the west wind rapping / Are torn away, and a splash / Of red goes down the billowing air.
Still hangs the hawk, with the whole sky moving / Past him--only a wing-beat proving / The will that holds him there.
The daisies in the grass are bending, / The hawk has dropped, the wind is spending / All the roses, and unending / Rustle of leaves washes out the rending / Cry of a bird.
A red rose goes on the wind.--Ascending / The hawk his wind-swept way is wending / Easily down the sky. The daisies, sending / Strange white signals, seem intending / To show the place whence the scream was heard.
But, oh, my heart, what birds are piping! / A silver wind is hastily wiping / The face of the youngest rose.
And oh, my heart, cease apprehending! / The hawk is gone, a rose is tapping / The window-sash as the west-wind blows.
Knock, knock, 'tis no more than a red rose rapping, / And fear is a plash of wings. / What, then, if a scarlet rose goes flapping / Down the bright-grey ruin of things!