What I Remember: Mrs. Cooper's Class

I remember this poem from 4th grade. Mrs. Cooper had a copy of it on a poster in our class.

The Eagle

HE clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson