With what deep murmurs

With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat’ry wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide, and call,
As if his liquid, loose retinue stay’d
Ling’ring, and were of this steep place afraid;
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end,
But quicken’d by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.

The Water-fall by Henry Vaughan

Gooseberry Falls, 4×5 Graflex pinhole.

Now see these:

• plaza from myphotosquare
• evening dune from riesenthal
• Newhailes Evening from David Bird