POEMS TO J. M
I.
THE TORRENT.
I.
THE TORRENT.
Oh torrent, roaring in thy giant fall,
And thund'ring grandly o'er th' Opposing blocks,
Thy voice, far louder than the lion's call,
Through trackless forests shakes the heart of rocks,
Runs through the marrow of the earth with shocks,
Lashes the clouds with terror, for they fly
Along the high wide blue with streaming locks,
And round thee foam white dazzling flashes high,
And with forked water-flames half licks the central sky.
And thund'ring grandly o'er th' Opposing blocks,
Thy voice, far louder than the lion's call,
Through trackless forests shakes the heart of rocks,
Runs through the marrow of the earth with shocks,
Lashes the clouds with terror, for they fly
Along the high wide blue with streaming locks,
And round thee foam white dazzling flashes high,
And with forked water-flames half licks the central sky.
