The waters dashed against the stones
And then they seemed to say,
As angrily they surged and foamed,
"Why are you in our way?"
The wide midstream wound in and out
Some faster than the rest,
And on the sides the white foam dashed
Against the red rocks' breast.
The giant rocks rose up above
The waters toward the sky,
And seemed to bend their heads over
The river from on high.
The fleecy clouds made caps for them,
And the blue sky between
Looked like the river upside down,
Another winding stream.
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