Watchful, in a canyon resting, For a crevice outlet questing; Hoping for exciting changes— Whistling to the stars. .... Spying cleft—you split asunder Trees and rocks with crash of thunder; Climb the mighty, giant ranges, Bursting all your bars. Raging through the massive mountains, Flirting with cascading fountains Under far-flung skies. Wreaking then your strength Satanic, On the spires that tower titanic, Far from human eyes. Rampant to the sky a-flinging, Booming, swirling, madly singing Through immensity. ... Plunging down from higher levels, Shrieking as a thousand devils, Hurtling to the sea. |