He clasps the crag with crooked hands; <br />Close to the sun in lonely lands, <br />Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. <br /> <br />The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; <br />He watches from his mountain walls, <br />And like a thunderbolt he falls.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-a-fragment/
