Monday
Congratulations, Philadelphia, on your first Super Bowl championship ever. In Tennyson’s well-known poem, the eagle falls with the force of a mountain fragment.
The Eagle (A Fragment)
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.
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.
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
