The harmless take the harmful, and sing:
The
weak take the strong, and laugh.
This
laverock looks up, and you win its life –
Before
ever there was my will, it was yours!
Your
every claim upon me, my delight –
Before
the beginning, my desire your own!
All
lined in down, and lightly feathered:
My
heart upon your heart its fittest nest –
Your
sharpest knife the love that pares away
My
flightless feathers, and gives them lift.
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