He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
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.
Original Text: Poems of Alfred Tennyson, 7th edn. (London: E. Moxon, 1851). tenn T366 A105 1851. Alfred lord Tennyson, Works (London: Macmillan, 1891).