Versos English John L. Stoddard The Red Tyrolean Eagle

English poem

The Red Tyrolean Eagle

by (1850–1931)

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Eagle, Tyrolean eagle, Why are thy plumes so red? "In part because I rest On Ortler's lordly crest; There share I with the snow The sunset's crimson glow."

Eagle, Tyrolean eagle, Why are thy plumes so red? "From drinking of the wine Of Etschland's peerless vine; Its juice so redly shines, That it incarnadines."

Eagle, Tyrolean eagle, Why are thy plumes so red? "My plumage hath been dyed In blood my foes supplied; Oft on my breast hath lain That deeply purple stain."

Eagle, Tyrolean eagle, Why are thy plumes so red? "From suns that fiercely shine, From draughts of ruddy wine, From blood my foes have shed,-- From these am I so red."

(From the German of Senn.)