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The warrior loosed the silken string That was around his falcon's wing. "Go forth, till thou that thing shalt see More than my life-blood dear to me." The bird went forth—the red gold shone— The white steed neighed—the bird swept on; He paused above a tower—and then Sought out his warrior lord again. "I saw a lady and a child— The infant in its slumber smiled; Methinks the mother would have wept, But 'twas such soothing watch she kept." His look grew soft, his voice sank low: "My own brave bird, well dost thou know What thou in thy wild flight couldst see, More dear than life-blood dear to me."