Love struck into his life
Like a hawk into a dovecote.
What a cry went up!
Every gentle pedigree dove
Blindly clattered and beat,
And the mild-mannered dove-breeder
Shrieked at that raider.
 
He might well wring his hands
And let his tears drop:
He will win no more prizes
With fantails of pouters,
(After all these years
Through third, up through second places
Till they were all world beaters...)
 
Yet he soon dried his tears
 
Now he rides the morning mist
With a big-eyed hawk on his fist.

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gemma
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when did he write this poem?

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