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Rushing, like uncurbed passion, thro' the rocks Which it has riven with a giant's strength Down came the gushing waters, heaped with foam, Like melted pearl, and filling the dark woods With thunder tuned to music.

last I gazed, fair Tivoli, Upon those falls of thine, Another step was by my side, Another hand in mine: And, mirrored in those gentle eyes, To me thou wert a paradise.

I've smiled to see her sweet lips move, Yet not one accent hear, Lost in thy mighty waterfall, Altho' we were so near, My breath was fragrant with the air The rose-wreath gave she wont to wear.