THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE
What has my heart,
To do with what I think,
It is like my eye,
That suffers when I wink;
It somehow grips one hand
As with the other,
Like a partnership;
A brother to a brother.
‘Tis where my soul
And spirit meet with love,
Like a palm warmed by a
Sweat enclosing glove;
That I am both the Eagle
And the Dove.