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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Source: 'The Eagle'
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, (Aug 6 1809-1892), English poet; He was the Poet Laureate, 1850-92 who wrote Charge of the Light Brigade, 1854 and Idylls of the King, 1885.