
The Fyers rushes through heathy hills and ragged woods, strikes rocky mounds, and plunges down in a whitening sheet. Mist and spray obscure a cavern as the river struggles through a gap and churns below.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Nature Poetry, Descriptive Poetry · 148 words
Written with a Pencil on the Spot.
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods / The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; / Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds, / Where, thro' a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. / As high in air the bursting torrents flow, / As deep recoiling surges foam below, / Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, / And viewles Echo's ear, astonished, rends. / Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show'rs, / The hoary cavern, wide surrounding lours: / Still thro' the gap the struggling river toils, / And still, below, the horrid cauldron boils-
waterfalls · rivers · mist · rocky landscapes · nature poetry
Lines on the Fall of Fyers Near Loch-Ness is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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