An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/The Eagles of Discontent
THE EAGLES OF DISCONTENT
The Eagles would higher and higher rise,
E'en where the heart would have flown—
To the rugged crag beyond thine eyes,
Where one may perish alone.
And upon my Eagles there came dismay:
To the sun is a distant flight,
And farther at autumn-tide is the way,
Treacherous is the height.
In the depths of the waters the Eagles wept,
With their dreaming all fordone:
"We to the highest summit have swept,
Why might we not reach the sun?"
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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