The Eagle

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.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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I remembered this favourite poem as I drove the high road home and looked down at the wrinkled sea which really did appear to be crawling. So few words needed to create a magical moment.
Why can't they be bothered to ACTUALLY say something themselves in the video rather than a robot voice?
A short nice poem on eagle. Like a thunderbolt he falls - This describes the speedy movement of the eagle to catch the prey.
Short and precise.....very descriptive!
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