The Captive Bird Was Gone; To Cliff Or Moor Perchance Had Flown, Delivered By The Storm; Or He Had Pined, And Sunk To Feed The Worm: Him Found We Not: But, Climbing, A Tall Tower, There Saw, Impaved With Rude Fidelity Of Art Mosaic, In A Roofless Floor, An Eagle With Stretched Wings, But Beamless Eye An Eagle That Could Neither Wail Nor Soar. Effigy Of The Vanished, (Shall I Dare To Call Thee So?) Or Symbol Of Fierce Deeds And Of The Towering Courage Which Past Times Rejoiced In-Take, Whate'Er Thou Be, A Share, Not Undeserved, Of The Memorial Rhymes That Animate My Way Where'Er It Leads!