Fain would I rival thee Monarch of birds Soaring so loftily Up to the clouds! Spreading thy pinions And mounting on air, Ethereally floating Divinely and fair.
Where is thy resting place? Where dost thou dwell? Is the mountain thy home Or the stern rock thy cell? Dost thou live in the desert? Is the forest thy lair? O, where is thy resting place? Eagle, say where?