Comes from the red earth cliff rushing the waterfall high,
Sheer from the azure ether, half way up to the sky.
Under the scattered trees plunges with wrack and roar:
Sprays like another bank of clouds to the zenith soar.
There in the sunlight dances the rainbow Iris form.
The sky is blue: yet is heard the crash of the rain and storm.
The hills in sympathy blend; their beautiful colours glow.
Mingle the earth and sky in the waters' hollow bow.