The measureless depths of ethereal space;

I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly driven,

And an eagle, which wheeled with symmetrical grace.

I gazed at that eagle, majestically wheeling,

With dignity, born of the free mountain air;

I envied that bird, with an envious feeling

Which springs from a heart that is shackled with care.

I envied that eagle, which bowed to no master,

But soared at his will, through the ambient skies,

Defiant of danger, and scorning disaster,

He screamed at the cliffs, which re-echoed his cries.

I envied that bird, on that fair summer morning,

When nature lay decked with spontaneous art,

As he circled, with aspect defiant and scorning,

And perched on a pinnacle's loftiest part.

"And by the mountain crystal lake A rustic habitation make." TROUT LAKE, SAN MIGUEL COUNTY, COLORADO.

A rustic habitation make."

 

And scanning the scene with a stern indecision,

He spread his dark wings, with intuitive cries,

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