Wow. Not what I expected. I was thinking of all the American Bald Eagle motifs in my parents’ home. But interesting.
Exact same instincts as mine. It took the moment when the darkness of the goldmine dims and a man’s face appears for me to understand what was happening. I love this one because AGAIN 1822! The point of view of a lump of gold in the ground! The mind that could think of the world this way!
And it drives me batty that this mind was lost to the world because of Clement Moore taking credit for Henry’s poem.