Explore "Lines on the Fall of Fyers Near Loch-Ness" by Robert Burns on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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-