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.
Text source: The Eagle
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!