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.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
那只鹰
他紧抓峭壁的岩石，用弯曲的手指，
靠近太阳，在孤寂丶的大地，
蔚蓝色世界环绕他，他在其中站立。
褶皱成纹的大海在他身下爬行；
从他的山墙处，他察看海情，
然后他坠落，像一道电闪雷鸣。
-丁尼生 (1809-1892）
