Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Poem: "The Eagle"

The Eagle

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.

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson

1 comment:

  1. Something about drawing birds is so calming even if your making them up :) Amazing pic jane