Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

A Song At A Waterfall

Athwart the voice of a wild water,
Falling for ever,
Do I hear some song of the foam's daughter
Fairily quiver?
Is it song of a naïad, or bee,
Or a breeze from the tree,
Haunting the cave of the wild water?

For evermore leapeth the fall plashing

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