He Watches from His Mountain Walls

Charcoal and Conté crayon on 19" x 24" Canson Touch Paper

Private Collection

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.

— Tennyson "The Eagle"