The Eagle

They have him in a cage
    And little children run
    To offer him well-meant bits of bun,
    And very common people say, "My word!
    Ain't he a 'orrible bird!"
    And the smart, "How absurd!
    Poor, captive, draggled, downcast lord of the air!"

    Steadfast in his despair,
    He doth not rage;
    But with unconquerable eye
    And soul aflame to fly,
    Considereth the sun.