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On the wings of a Falcon. (by Elvis Payne)

THE SPECKLEDY FALCONS

The glow of the sunset was nearly to die
When speckledy falcons flew up to the sky.
Despising earth’s dreams, too deceptive to bear,
They spread their long wings in the currents of air.
“We mustn’t return,” looking earthwards they vowed,
“While darkness its mountains and valleys enshroud.
We’ll have now no dreams and no shadows to shun
Upon the bright roads leading straight to the sun.
And when we catch up with the glorious dawn
We’ll snatch a bright lily from her brilliant crown –
The dark rocks and fields by miraculous powers
We’ll turn into sun-spangled beds of bright flowers!”
They fluttered their wings and so onwards they flew
Still further and higher until they were due
To feel the hot flames of the sun on their way
And see the bright dawn of a new promised day.

The reddening skies in the east clothed in glow,
The sun lit the rocks and the fields down below,
But back from the sky, whether cloudy or clear,
The speckledy falcons did never appear.

Vincas Mykolaitis-Putinas, translated by Lionginas Pažūsis