I took it for a bird of prey that soared <br />High over ocean, battled mount, and plain; <br />'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored <br />The invisibly obstructing window-pane! <br /> <br />Better than eagle, with far-towering nerve <br />But downward bent, greedy, marauding eye, <br />Guest of the flowers, thou art: unhurt they serve <br />Thee, little angel of a lower sky!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-better-thing/
