Island of the Cascades

Grace that tinkle

Over there

Over the rock.

Register the distant sound of a falling ripple,

As it echoes off the million faces of the precipice.

Waterfall sent from heaven to delight me!

Liquid silver flows in ribbons

Over the rock

In a series of rounded cascades.

At the foot of the falls the water whispers

Through a heap of pebbles—

A rush!—

And down the beach and into the ocean.

The End

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