Michael Tippett - The Windhover lyrics

I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin Dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding of the rolling level Underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bowbend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, -- the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, morе dangerous, O my chevalier! No wondеr of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermillion