The Cataract of Lodore

...The cataract strong

Then plunges along,

Striking and raging

As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among;

Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping,

Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing,

Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing,

Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking,

Turning and twisting,

Around and around With endless rebound:

Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in;

Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening

the ear with its sound.