The Cossacks by Leo Tolstoy Chapter 27 Page 10

From the master’s favourite garden,

Once escaped a keen-eyed falcon.

Soon after him a huntsman came a-riding,

And he beckoned to the falcon that had strayed,

But the bright-eyed bird thus answered:

“In gold cage you could not keep me,

On your hand you could not hold me,

So now I fly to blue seas far away.

There a white swan I will kill,

Of sweet swan-flesh have my fill.”’