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THE CATARACT.
See where he bursts in beauty bar and lock
In a fierce haste to wed with her below,
The gentle Elv, that steals with rippling flow
Along the deep-sunk dale! With what a shock
His feet alight on this pink granite block!
And how, half-stunned, he staggers to and fro,
Compelled to pause, yet passionate to go,
Till, steadying all his strength, he shoots the rock!
In a fierce haste to wed with her below,
The gentle Elv, that steals with rippling flow
Along the deep-sunk dale! With what a shock
His feet alight on this pink granite block!
And how, half-stunned, he staggers to and fro,
Compelled to pause, yet passionate to go,
Till, steadying all his strength, he shoots the rock!
The hazel coppice and a belt of pine
Receive him next after his madman's bound;
Yet still I see his great eyes, questing, shine
Between the branches; and I hear the sound
Of one whose lip is near some joy divine,
Broken, and low, and last in rapture drowned.
Receive him next after his madman's bound;
Yet still I see his great eyes, questing, shine
Between the branches; and I hear the sound
Of one whose lip is near some joy divine,
Broken, and low, and last in rapture drowned.
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