Wild is your airy sweep,
Billows that foam from yonder mountain side—
Dashing with whitened crests and thundering tide
To seek the distant deep!
Now to the verge ye climb,
Now rush to plunge with emulous haste below;
Sounding your stormy chorus as ye go—
A never ending chime!
Leaping from rock to rock,
Unwearied your eternal course ye hold;