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...TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR CAMP-MEETING SUNDAY AT OCEAN GROVE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS IF THE WORLD WERE RIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP BUCH DER LIEDER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |