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.
He greets the dawn with eyes of flame;
The sky his realm, the storm his claim,
The wild his throne, forever same.
Like a thunderbolt again he flies,
The peaks reflect his battle cries,
The wind his only friend that sighs.
Majestic, proud, with wings of might,
He conquers day and rules the night,
A silhouette in golden light.
Alone he waits on ancient stone,
The world below a distant tone,
The endless sky his only home.
The mountain king of air and sea,
His reign eternal, fierce and free,
The eagle lives in majesty.