And winter comes in panoply of ice,
And loads with diamonds rock, and bush, and tree—
But all these seasons, bringing change to all,
Bring never change, Niagara, to thee!
Above thy mist-veiled brow the lightnings play,
Thy thunder answers back the heaven's roar,
But the wild storm adds no sublimity
Unto thy grandeur, changeless evermore.
The angry winds of winter can but raise
The misty veil that shrouds thine awful brow;