雪葵让翻一手，看了下面一圈，依然还是这首最合胃口。。。

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.

铜爪巉石，
孑影独峰。
杲日殿门，
青天阙宫。
绉绉鮐海足下兮，
依山墙而伺。
烨烨流电忽坠兮，
是鸢落戾天。