他用弯钩爪紧紧抓住巉岩，
在孤独的境地中靠近太阳，
四周碧蓝的世界环绕，他站立着。

皱折起伏的大海在他下方蠕动，
他自他那山泉处放眼望去，
随似霹雳般飞落狂泻而下。

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)