The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands
Close to the sun in lonely lands
Ringed with the azure world
He stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt
He falls.
Close to the sun in lonely lands
Ringed with the azure world
He stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt
He falls.