| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Hawk | | By William Butler Yeats |
| | | CALL down the hawk from the air— | |
| Let him be hooded or caged | |
| Till the yellow eye has grown mild. | |
| For larder and spit are bare, | |
| The old cook enraged, | 5 |
| The scullion gone wild. | |
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| I will not be clapped in a hood, | |
| Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, | |
| Now I have learnt to be proud | |
| Hovering over the wood | 10 |
| In the broken mist | |
| Or tumbling cloud. | |
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| What tumbling cloud did you cleave, | |
| Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind, | |
| Last evening, that I, who had sat | 15 |
| Dumbfounded before a knave | |
| Should give to my friend | |
| A pretence of wit? | | | | |
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