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.

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Senaru, Nusa Tenggara Barat, Indonesia