Upon the black brow of a cliff where no life ever stirred Alighted strong, hoary-winged eagles, grave bird upon bird. They whetted their claws on the stones, sitting massive and grum, And loudly they called on their lately-fledged comrades to come. Slow-measured and heavy the beat of their wings on the skies, Assuageless the rage that tempestuous burned in their eyes. And each newly-come they acclaimed with the pride of the peer: "Hail, comrade! Delay not! The days we have longed for are near." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG |