I wanted to post this video there and then, but I was late for school, and didn’t have time – so instead I cut it in my phone on the bus on the way home and whispered into my phone like a madman to record the audio 🙂
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls;
And like a thunderbolt, he falls.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson