|Although beyond the eternal snows, aspires the vast-winged eagle still to loftier air, that nearer to the sun in blue more clear He may renew his eyeball's splendid ires. He rises. Sparks in torrents he inspires. Still up, in proud, calm flight, he glories where the storm breeds lightnings in its inmost lair; whereat his wings are smit by their fierce fires. With scream, in waterspout borne whirlingly, Shriveled, sublimely tasting flame's last kiss, He plunges to the fulgurant abyss. Happy he who, for Fame or Liberty, In strength's full pride and dream's enrapturing bliss Dies such undaunted, dazzling death as this.
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