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IV. THE SONG OF WATERFALLS.
Like veils of mist
Adown the hills
We bend and twist
In a myriad rills,
And sway and quiver in the air with a thousand rainbow-thrills.
Adown the hills
We bend and twist
In a myriad rills,
And sway and quiver in the air with a thousand rainbow-thrills.
O'er crag and fell
We bound in glee,
Weaving our spray-spell
Mistily
About the sunlit mountain heights that flash like the flashing sea.
We bound in glee,
Weaving our spray-spell
Mistily
About the sunlit mountain heights that flash like the flashing sea.
Past mountain-vales
And hill-tarns deep,
And pine-wood dales
Where the winds sleep,
We bend, we sway, we quiver with laughter loud, we spring, we sweep.
And hill-tarns deep,
And pine-wood dales
Where the winds sleep,
We bend, we sway, we quiver with laughter loud, we spring, we sweep.
The winds at morn
Us break in spray;
But we laugh to scorn
Their fierce swift play—
What though they break us at day-dawn, we triumph throughout the long day!
Us break in spray;
But we laugh to scorn
Their fierce swift play—
What though they break us at day-dawn, we triumph throughout the long day!
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We fall and shiver,
Through pools we splash;
We flow like a river
And downward flash,
And loud is our tumult of laughter when over hill-ledges we crash
Through pools we splash;
We flow like a river
And downward flash,
And loud is our tumult of laughter when over hill-ledges we crash
Deep down thro' the heart
Of a silent wood,
Where the roedeer start
And the wild doves brood,
Filling the quiet greenness there with echoes of hill-strains rude.
Of a silent wood,
Where the roedeer start
And the wild doves brood,
Filling the quiet greenness there with echoes of hill-strains rude.
From the sun's birth
Till the stars creep
From the dark, our mirth
Doth never sleep,
But ever we bend, we sway, we quiver with joy, we spring, we sweep!
Till the stars creep
From the dark, our mirth
Doth never sleep,
But ever we bend, we sway, we quiver with joy, we spring, we sweep!
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