Poems (Fields)/Saco Falls
SACO FALLS.
Rush on, bold stream! thou sendest up Brave notes to all the woods around,When morning beams are gathering fast, And hushed is every human soundI stand beneath the sombre hill,The stars are dim o'er fount and rill,And still I hear thy waters play,In welcome music, far away.Dash on, bold stream! I love the roarThou sendest up from rock and shore.
'Tis night in heaven,—the rustling leaves Are whispering of the coming storm,And thundering down the river's bed I see thy lengthened, darkling form; No voices from the vales are heard,The winds are low,—each little birdHath sought its quiet, rocking nest,Folded its wing, and gone to rest,—And still I hear thy waters play,In welcome music, far away.
The earth hath many a gallant show Of towering peak and glacier bright,But ne'er beneath the glorious moon Hath nature framed a lovelier sightThan thy fair tide, with diamonds fraught,When every drop with light is caught,And o'er the bridge the village girlsReflect below their waving curls,While merrily thy waters play,In welcome music, far away!