Thy shades but thin and narrow be,
Which his first looks will quickly fray:
Mists make but triumphs for the day.”
The Water-fall.
“With what deep murmurs, through time’s silent stealth,
Doth thy transparent, cool and watry wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide and call,
As if his liquid, loose Retinue staid
Lingring, and were of this steep place afraid.”