Aber Waterfall.
Born in mountains, ’mid the heather,1
Laughing lightly on my way,2
Gliding o’er the soft brown mosses,3
Leaping o’er the stones in spray
;4
Little noting whither wend I,5
Filled my heart with careless joy,6
Down the mountain-gorge thus wend I,7
Thinking all the world my toy.8
Sudden open wide before me,9
Rock and crag and mountain range ;10
And my lover, waiting for me,11
At my feet lies still and strange;12
Calling me with many voices :13
Lazy lappings on the shore ;14
Deep-toned moans from ocean-caverns ;15
Silver-lispings ; thundrous roar !16
O my lover ! grand and mighty,17
Dare I venture the rash deed ?18
All my soul has gone before me !19
Follow I with swiftest speed.20
O’er the precipice my waters21
Rush tumultuous at one bound,22
Shattered ? broken ? ah, what care I ?—23
Thou, my lover, thou art found !24