| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| To Manon |
| | | Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840–1922) |
| | | | | Comparing Her to a Falcon |
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| BRAVE as a falcon and as merciless, | |
| With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey, | |
| I saw thee pass in thy lone majesty, | |
| Untamed, unmated, high above the press. | |
| The dull crowd gazed at thee. It could not guess | 5 |
| The secret of thy proud aërial way, | |
| Or read in thy mute face the soul which lay | |
| A prisoner there in chains of tenderness. | |
| —Lo, thou art captured. In my hand today | |
| I hold thee, and awhile thou deignest to be | 10 |
| Pleased with my jesses. I would fain beguile | |
| My foolish heart to think thou lovest me. See, | |
| I dare not love thee quite. A little while | |
| And thou shalt sail back heavenwards. | |
| Woe is me! | 15 |
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