He clasps the crag with crooked hands

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Closed to the sun in lonely land,

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.

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