The Eagle (a Fragment)
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.
This poem is one of many published by the EServer at CMU, a nonprofit collective at Carnegie Mellon University.