With a voice of many thunders Like the roaring of the sea, Queen amidst the Cascade wonders, Silver Falls, I sing for thee! Through the black basaltic columns Guarded by the bristling hills, Plunges now the gathered tumult Of a thousand rushing rills. In the torrid sun of summer, Arched with rainbows all aglow, Pours the frantic, foaming river To the caldron down below. I have slept beside your torrent, I have sported in your spray, I have breathed the balmy balsam Of your pines at break of day. Dizzy heights a bed of blossom! Rugged rocks with mosses rare, Decked with nature's lingerie— Trailing tress of maidenhair. Hark! a quartet in the distance Blend their voices with your own, Are they muses long imprisoned Near the queen of beauty's throne? Or did Neptune, god of waters, And the Queen of Thunders wed? Sprung these five Titanic daughters From such wild Cascadian bed? Tell me not of old Niagara, Or the cataract Ladore, Till you've seen this group of grandeur Lying almost at your door. Wild the leap of old Multnomah, Sweet the Falls of Bridal Veil, But this Garden of the Graces Gathers all within its pale. With a voice of many thunders Like the roaring of the sea, Queen amid the magic wonders— Silver Creek, sing on for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LOST LOVE'S FLIGHT by DONN BORING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SILENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |