Waterfall (verse)
Fuller, Ethel Romig
Waterfall I see it toss its spray over moss, (And what is spray but water thinned To a similitude of wind?) I see it shower again and again The delicate wild white cyclamen, An ousel's nest on...
...I look and listen and listen Till I no longer am any man's daughterI am the water...
...I gaze so long, so long Its song Is a part of my heart...
...I see it break in the sun and glisten...
...Its tongue, my tongue...
...I listen...
...I am the water...
...I see it shower again and again The delicate wild white cyclamen, An ousel's nest on a brink of rock, The ferns, the treesI drink with these...
...ETHEL ROMIG FULLER...
Vol. 11 • March 1930 • No. 20
