by Theodora Goss
Let him go, let him go, cried the white dove,
let him go, let him go, cried the brown.
Let him fly to the wide blue sky
and circle over the town.
Let him wing his way to the mountains
from which he originally came.
You cannot keep a falcon
that will never be tame.
He was not yours to begin with,
so resolve to let him depart,
and keep, if you wish, the memory
as an ache in your heart.
(The image is Lady With a Dove (Madame Loeser) by John Brett.)