Here you will find the Poem The Eagle of the Blue of poet Meer Taqi Meer
ALOFT he guards the starry folds Who is the brother of the star; The bird whose joy is in the wind Exulteth in the war. No painted plume?a sober hue, His beauty is his power; That eager calm of gaze intent Foresees the Sibyl?s hour. Austere, he crowns the swaying perch, Flapped by the angry flag; The hurricane from the battery sings, But his claw has known the crag. Amid the scream of shells, his scream Runs shrilling; and the glare Of eyes that brave the blinding sun The volleyed flame can bear. The pride of quenchless strength is his? Strength which, though chained, avails; The very rebel looks and thrills? The anchored Emblem hails. Though scarred in many a furious fray, No deadly hurt he knew; Well may we think his years are charmed? The Eagle of the Blue.
