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.
This poem is in the public domain.
This poem was written a year after Tennyson was appointed by Queen Victoria to succeed William Wordsworth as England's Poet Laureate.