I just feel like sharing

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Was going through some quotes while cleaning and came upon my favorite Tennyson poem:

The Eagle

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.

I love that poem. *happy*