Friday, February 19, 2010

The Eagle: A Fragment

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.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson


  1. I used to recite this poem to myself when I was a kid.