A poem about a waterfall I loved[though not Indian]

Dear ladies
I hope you enjoy this poem - The Cataract of Lodore - as much as I did! [SIZE=medium][FONT=Courier,sans-serif]"How does the wa[FONT=sans-serif,Helvetia,Arial]The Cataract of Lodore[/FONT]terCome down at Lodore?"My little boy asked meThus, once on a time;And moreover he tasked meTo tell him in rhyme.Anon, at the word,There first came one daughter,And then came another,To second and thirdThe request of their brother,And to hear how the waterComes down at Lodore,With its rush and its roar,As many a timeThey had seen it before.So I told them in rhyme,For of rhymes I had store;And 'twas in my vocationFor their recreationThat so I should sing;Because I was LaureateTo them and the King.From its sources which wellIn the tarn on the fell;From its fountainsIn the mountains,Its rills and its gills;Through moss and through brake,It runs and it creepsFor a while, till it sleepsIn its own little lake.And thence at departing,Awakening and starting,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.Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Now smoking and frothingIts tumult and wrath in,Till, in this rapid raceOn which it is bent,It reaches the placeOf its steep descent.The cataract strongThen plunges along,Striking and ragingAs if a war ragingIts caverns and rocks among;Rising and leaping,Sinking and creeping,Swelling and sweeping,Showering and springing,Flying and flinging,Writhing and ringing,Eddying and whisking,Spouting and frisking,Turning and twisting,Around and aroundWith endless rebound:Smiting and fighting,A sight to delight in;Confounding, astounding,Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.Collecting, projecting,Receding and speeding,And shocking and rocking,And darting and parting,And threading and spreading,And whizzing and hissing,And dripping and skipping,And hitting and splitting,And shining and twining,And rattling and battling,And shaking and quaking,And pouring and roaring,And waving and raving,And tossing and crossing,And flowing and going,And running and stunning,And foaming and roaming,And dinning and spinning,And dropping and hopping,And working and jerking,And guggling and struggling,And heaving and cleaving,And moaning and groaning;And glittering and frittering,And gathering and feathering,And whitening and brightening,And quivering and shivering,And hurrying and skurrying,And thundering and floundering;Dividing and gliding and sliding,And falling and brawling and sprawling,And driving and riving and striving,And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,And sounding and bounding and rounding,And bubbling and troubling and doubling,And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,And clattering and battering and shattering;Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;And so never ending, but always descending,Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blendingAll at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, -And this way the water comes down at Lodore. -- Robert Southey[/FONT][/SIZE]
I did a cut and paste job - maybe you have to highlight it to read it! I'm not technically too strong with computers!

 

Thanks, Abha, glad you enjoyed it. It sounds really great when you read it out loud!
Regards, SubhaD

 

Dear Tamildownunder,Chitra and Malathy
Yaam petra inbam peruga ivvaiagam!
Malathy, maybe you would like to go to this site to read it in a more clear format?
[minstrels] The Cataract of Lodore -- Robert Southey
Happy reading!
SubhaD