And the Strong Eagle now with numming cold blighted of feathers Once like the pride of the sun now flagging on cold night Hovers with blasted wings aloft watching with Eager Eye Till Man shall leave a corruptible body he famishd hears him groan And now he fixes his strong talons in the pointed rock And now he beats the heavy air with his enormous wings
William Blake; Vala; Night the Eighth; 55R [l.35] (1804?). Ed H.M.Margoliouth, OUP 1956