As the hawk returns to the hand

As the hawk returns to the hand, or blood
Beats back to the heart in quick surges,
So I had hoped you would return for good
To this hand held out still in love's long pledge.

Wings that beat transparent against the sun,
Eyes that every star of night inhabits,
Heart that knows the whole universe as one,
Know my love curls in clover, a still rabbit

Who chews the ruminant leaves of thyme
With humble patience and a moistened eye;
When tired of all the sky and every clime,
Return to me, and by my quiet lie.

But if you should with hook of beak or claw
Climb down to kill, I will obey your law.