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How does the water
Come down at Lodore?
The Cataract of Lodore (1820)
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions forever and ever are blending
All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, —
And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
The Cataract of Lodore (1820)
So I told them in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store.
The Cataract of Lodore (1820)
From its fountains
In the mountains,
Its rills and its gills;
Through moss and through brake,
It runs and it creeps
For a while, till it sleeps
In its own little lake.
The Cataract of Lodore (1820)
It runs through the reeds,
And away it proceeds,
Through meadow and glade,
In sun and in shade,
And through the wood-shelter,
Among crags in its flurry,
Helter-skelter,
Hurry-skurry.
The Cataract of Lodore (1820)