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The Eagle (a Fragment)



    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.