WITH dreadful roars and howls of vain despair
The rapid rushes down the mountain side.
It twines its writhing, ghost-like arms of foam
Around grim rocks and tall, unbending trees.
It strives to stay its headlong plunge; it begs
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To stay, but for a moment, ere 't is whirled
Down, down, away forever. Rocks and trees
Shrink from its grasp, deaf to its pleading cry,
And let it whirl on headlong to its fate.
A man stands musing by, with pitying smile:
"Poor waters, brief and troubled is your life;
A moment here, - then gone, forever gone."
The rapid rushes on, but now its shout
Is changed to horrid mockery and glee.
It raises up its ghost-like arms of foam,
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