Written with a pencil, standing by the Falls of Fyers, near Loch Ness

[End of the poem 'Written in the Hermitage at Taymouth' see object 3.6175]

Written at the fall of Fyers ----

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods,
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds
Where thro' a shapeless breach, his stream resound
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep-recoiling surges foam below:
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends
And viewless Echo's ear affrighted rends:
Dim-seen thro' rising mists and ceaseless showe
The hoary cavern wide-surrounding towers:
Still urging through the gap the river toils
And still the horrid deep, dark-raging boils. ----
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