他用彎鈎爪緊緊抓住巉岩，
在孤獨的境地中靠近太陽，
四周碧藍的世界環繞，他站立着。

皺摺起伏的大海在他下方蠕動，
他自他那山泉處放眼望去，
隨似霹靂般飛落狂瀉而下。

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands,
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure worlds, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain wells,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

------Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)