How shall I picture forth the eagle's flight? An arrow feather'd with two mighty vans, That soars and stoops at will, and broadly scans The woods and waters with a living sight! A wondrous arrow! wheeling round and round, Before its prone descent upon the prey, Descried far off upon the subject ground, And with one stroke disabled for the fray; But lo! there comes a small, unpennon'd thing, And, from the rifle's throat directly sped, Is potent to bring down this arrow-king, With slacken'd wing and self-abandon'd head. His nearest foe is yonder human eye, With no assailant else in earth or sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |