The Eagle

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

He clasps the crag with crooked hands ;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
 
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
 
Alfred, Lord Tennyson | Classic Poems
 

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