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.
Amazing painting! Love the proportions, the way the eagle is so close to the viewer! I can feel myself spying on the eagle on a rocky cliff by the Celtic sea!