The Eagle
The Eagle
He claps the drag 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.
He claps the drag 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.