Wild river in thy cataract far-rumoured¹ and rash rapids to sea hasting,

Far now is that birth-place mid abrupt mountains and slow dreaming of lone valleys

Where only with blue heavens was rapt converse or green orchards with fruit leaning

Stood imaged in thy waves and, content, listened to thy rhapsody’s long murmur.

Vast now in a wide press and a dense hurry and mass movement of thronged waters

Loud-thundering, fast-galloping, might, speed is the stern message of thy spirit,

Proud violence, stark claim and the dire cry of the heart’s hunger on God’s barriers

Self-hurled, and a void lust of unknown distance, and pace reckless and free grandeur.

Calm yet shall release thee; an immense peace and a large streaming of white silence,

Broad plains shall be thine, greenness surround thee, and wharved cities and life’s labour

Long thou wilt befriend, human delight help with the waves’ coolness, with ships’² furrows

Thrill,– last become, self losing, a sea-motion and joy boundless and blue laughter.