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88 Down the rock's tremendous face, Foam-rills, tremulous like lace, Flow from roots that grasp the place, To where thy vaporous cauldrons hiss; But ere they may attain to this, Smoke roaring, whirl'd from the abyss, Licks them off precipitous stone, High into a cloudy zone, Mosi-oa-tunya!

Water and wind jamm'd in a chasm profound, Tortured, pent-up, and madden'd, with strong sound War in world-ruining chaos, fierce rebounding; A wild tumultuous rumour, earth and heaven confounding.

After, the river rushes, a long green Serpent, convolved about dark promontories Of sternest basalt, in the unfathomable Chasm to and fro, a swift fork'd lightning-flash; But all the promontories are crown'd with trees,