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The Eagle’s Love, by Shushanik Kurghinian
(Born 1876) AN eagle sat upon the fell,— He sat and sang alone.A pretty maid passed in the dell, He saw—his heart was won. ” Ah, lovely maid, enchanting maid, Alas, thou canst not fly !Down in the vale thou soon shalt fade, And like a floweret die. ” I’d make thee queen, if thou could’st fly, Of all my mountains…