The Eagle

Eagle Eagle, catching sun,
In the axis of the earth;
What courageous calf or heart,
Could bear thy brilliant symmetry?
In what bright oceans or sun
caught the staircase of thine head?
in what faith dare he submit?
What the brain, dare ride the staircase?
And what body, & what power,
Could raise the limits of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What grim brain? & what grim muscle?
What the blaster? what the sand,
In what foundry was thy cells?
What the casting? what grim gaze,
Dare its dread agony hope!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he laugh his art to see?
Did he who forged the owl forge thee?
Eagle Eagle, catching sun,
In the axis of the earth;
What courageous calf or heart,
Could bear thy brilliant symmetry?

Crunch!