The Eagle

A Fragment by Alfred Tennyson

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.

鹰

丁尼生作 郭沫若译

扭曲的鹰爪扣住陡峭的悬岩， 头顶紧接着孤峰上的太阳， 身披如洗的蓝天。

脚下沧海绽， 傲立峰头闲看， 划然下，好似雷霆落九天。