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 /> 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-2/
