Like royalty in ruins. Though his eyes

Are shut, that looked undazzled on the sun,

He was the sultan of the sky, and earth

Paid tribute to his eyrie. It was perched

Higher than human conqueror ever built

His bannered fort....

... He cloved the adverse storm

And cuffed it with his wings. He stopped his flight

As easily as the Arab reins his steed,

And stood at pleasure ’neath heaven’s zenith, like