Vain is the Ice-king's might to chain thy waves,
Down rushing to the em'rald depths below.
Yet even to thee, Oh mighty cataract!
The time will come when thou shalt be no more;
When the deep anthem of thy thunder voice
Shall silent be beside the rocky shore;
When the bright rainbow, bending from the skies,
Shall seek in vain the brow she used to crown,
And thine own waves will sing thy requiem,
From lake to lake in fury rushing down.