Eagle

From lofty height, o’er hill and field,

A shadow passes, calm,

With breezes light, it wends and yields 

Like notes of summer song.

It soars its way through river gorge

And canyons rugged, deep; 

Its shadow kisses falls and fords

And mountain passes steep.

The eagle’s eye, sharp cast along

His flight o’er earth below,

Sees all as ants, not great nor strong,

As daylight ebbs and flows.

Such scope and scale yon’ eyes have seen

That cannot turn to words;

Nay, left are we to ponder keen

The eagle’s lofty soar.