Behold! again I view thee, in thy majesty and might,
Thy broad sheet flashing in the blaze of morning’s glorious light;
I mark thee maddened in thy fall, and pale with hoary rage,
And fretting in thy passion, that hath boiled from age to age.
Like thunder on my startled ear, thine everlasting roar
Hath broken, and reverberates from shore to echoing shore;
Continuous and fearful, with dread power in its tone,
That shakes the earth’s foundations and rives the solid stone!
How tremulous beneath the shock the fearful earth hath grown!
Reeling beneath the mighty plunge, it sighs with ceaseless moan;