Monday Poetry – The Eagle By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The Eagle

The Eagle
Nigel Borrington

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.

Morgan

Exquisite!! 🙂

August 29, 2016 at 2:36 pm

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- nigel borrington
  
  Thank you Cynthia 🙂 very pleased that you enjoyed 🙂 🙂
  
  August 30, 2016 at 5:32 pm
  
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  - Morgan
    
    Always do, Nigel 🙂
    
    August 30, 2016 at 5:44 pm

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