Monday Poetry – The Eagle By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
By 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.
August 29, 2016 at 2:36 pm
Thank you Cynthia 🙂 very pleased that you enjoyed 🙂 🙂
August 30, 2016 at 5:32 pm
Always do, Nigel 🙂
August 30, 2016 at 5:44 pm