28.) The Harmless Take The Harmful, And Sing . . .

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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