November 17, 2010

Quotable: The Song of the Lark

Suddenly an eagle, tawny and of great size, sailed over the cleft in which she lay, across the great arch of sky.  He dropped for a moment into the gulf between the walls, then wheeled, and mounted until his plumage was so steeped in light that he looked like a golden bird.  He swept on, following the course of the canon a little way and then disappearing beyond the rim. Thea sprang to her feet as if she had been thrown up from the rock by volcanic action.  She stood rigid on the edge of the stone shelf, straining her eyes after that strong tawny flight.  O eagle of eagles!  Endeavour, achievement, desire, glorious striving of human art!  From a cleft in the heart of the world she saluted it.

--The Song of the Lark, by Willa Cather

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