Come down! from where the everlasting hills <br />Open their rocky gates to let thee pass, <br />Child of a thousand rapid running rills, <br />And still lakes, where the skies their beauty glass. <br />With thy dark eyes, white feet, and amber hair, <br />Of heaven and earth thou fair and fearful daughter, <br />Through thy wide halls, and down thy echoing stair, <br />Rejoicing come—thou lovely 'Leaping Water!' <br />Shout! till the woods beneath their vaults of green <br />Resound, and shake their pillars on thy way; <br />Fling wide thy glittering fringe of silver sheen, <br />And toss towards heaven thy clouds of dazzling spray. <br />The sun looks down upon thee with delight, <br />And weaves his prism around thee for a belt; <br />And as the wind waves thy thin robes of light, <br />The jewels of thy girdle glow and melt. <br />Ah! where be they, who first with human eyes <br />Beheld thy glory, thou triumphant flood! <br />And through the forest heard with glad surprise, <br />Thy waters calling, like the voice of God? <br />Far towards the setting sun, wandering they go, <br />Poor remnant! left, from exile and from slaughter, <br />But still their memory, mingling with thy flow, <br />Lives in thy name—thou lovely 'Leaping Water.'<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-at-trenton-falls/
