MICKLE RUN FALLS

FRONT-FACING the east, where the Falls are down pouring,
A fairy like rainbow is formed on the spray.
Beneath it the waters are rushing and roaring
To the pool, where by moonlight the brown otters play,
Are rushing and roaring, are dashing and roaring,
Away to the vale where the eagle is soaring,
And the blue Susquehanna sweeps down to the bay.

By the point of the rocks, at the foot of the mountain,
Foaming over a boulder moss-covered and gray,
Is bubbling and gushing a crystalline fountain
Where the red deer are browsing the long summer day.
Are daintily browsing, are warily browsing,
Above the deep pool where the trout are carousing,
And the slide of the otter is moist with the spray.