CASCADES OF GROS VENTRES
Over the rim of the glacier,
Down dusk of the canyon-wall,
Like a river of sliding moonlight,
Tumbled the waterfall.
Down dusk of the canyon-wall,
Like a river of sliding moonlight,
Tumbled the waterfall.
The stream of torrential moonlight
Cascaded down the blue,
Into a pool of moonlight
Among the sable yew.
Cascaded down the blue,
Into a pool of moonlight
Among the sable yew.
Hovering above the eddies,
The fragile-pinioned foam,
Like swarms of silver millers,
Went fluttering up the gloam;
The fragile-pinioned foam,
Like swarms of silver millers,
Went fluttering up the gloam;
Only to perish, broken,
Shattered upon a gust
By the ponderous white of moonlight
Into a silver dust.
Shattered upon a gust
By the ponderous white of moonlight
Into a silver dust.
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