Saturday, March 22, 2008

The Waterfall
By Henry Vaughan

With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide and call,
As if his liquid loose retinue stayed
Lingering, and were of this steep place afraid,
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end ;
But quickened by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.
Senaru, Nusa Tenggara Barat, Indonesia

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