Eagles / 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.  (The Eagle  by Alfred, Lord Tennyson)   / by Adeline Nobel
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