雪葵讓翻一手，看了下面一圈，依然還是這首最合胃口。。。

The Eagle
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

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.

銅爪巉石，
孑影獨峰。
杲日殿門，
青天闕宮。
縐縐鮐海足下兮，
依山牆而伺。
燁燁流電忽墜兮，
是鳶落戾天。