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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.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson 

I have a soft spot for Tennyson. He's the master of drama and his words are like music to my ears.

I can remember quoting this poem and having my grandson say the last line. I loved to hear him chant, "And like a thunderbolt he falls!!" That was like music to my ears too.

Pictures of eagles always make me hear this fragment of Hebrew poetry from Isaiah.  "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles"

More music to my ears.