DLTK's PoemsThe Eagle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 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. Printable Versions: Arial GIF or PDF Calligraphy GIF or PDF Comic Sans Ms (Coloring Page) GIF or PDF Comic Sans Ms (Poster) GIF or PDF Script GIF or PDF Times Roman GIF or PDF