The eyrie clung to the shattered cliff

That the glacier's torrent thundered under;

And the unfledged eaglet's lifted eye

Looked out on the world of peak and sky

In silent wonder.

The mountain daisy, dainty white,

That grew by the side of the lofty eyrie,

Saw the young wings beat on the eagle's breast,

And the restless eyes in the fagot-nest

Grow grim and fiery.

The days went by and the wings grew strong,

And the crag-built home was at last deserted;

But, close to the nest that her love had left,

The daisy clung to the rocky cleft,

Half broken-hearted.

The days went by and the wan, white flower

Waited and watched in the autumn weather;

Far down the valley, far up the height,

The forest blazed, and a wizard light

Crowned hill and heather.

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