In sounding whirlpools to the sea?
What soul hath known such majesty?
What man stood by and understood?
By pleasant Omaha I stood,
Beneath a fringe of mailéd wood,
And watch'd the mighty waters heave,
And surge, and strike, and wind, and weave
And make strange sounds and mutterings,
As if of dark unutter'd things.
By pleasant high-built Omaha