The Eagle - A.L. 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. "

Tennyson speaks about the incredible species of the eagle and the uniqueness of it. How it is the only of its kind that can see so many different sides of the world. One second it can be soaring past the sun, the next second it can be plummeting into the ocean. Yet as high and powerful as the eagle is, it too, like everything else, eventually falls to its death.