by Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
A tiger's eye eagle can be found here.
Real eagles can be found far from the tiger's eye eagles.
What a pretty piece and I love Tennyson. Being from Hawaii, I have yet to see a live eagle (other than on tv). That will have to be one of my goals on my next trip!
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