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Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse, / With its perpetual tidings upward climb, / Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime!
For not in vain from its portentous source / Thy heart, wild stream, hath yearned for its full force, / But from thine ice-toothed caverns, dark as time, / At last thou issuest, dancing to the rime / Of thy outvolleying freedom! Lo, thy course / Lies straight before thee as the arrow flies!
Right to the ocean-plains away, away!
Thy parent waits thee, and her sunset dyes / Are ruffled for thy coming, and the gray / Of all her glittering borders flashes high / Against the glittering rocks! -- oh, haste, and fly!