Golden Eagle Mountain Garden
"He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
close to the sun in lonely lands,
close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
and like a thunderbolt he falls."
and like a thunderbolt he falls."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from 'The Eagle'
