The golden sunbeams with them play
And arch the beauteous rainbow there.
A shelving rock, like semi-bridge,
From the rude bank hangs jutting o’er,
While round the rough and frowning ridge
Twine moss and vine and creeping flower.
A winding pathway, near the stream,
Leads to this wild and dizzy height;
Once gained the waters flash and gleam
Like jewels on the gazer’s sight.