On the Source of the Arve + 

Hears’t thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse, + 

With its perpetual tidings upward climb, + 

Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime! + 

For not in vain from its portentous source + 

Thy heart, wild stream, hath yearned for its full force, + 

But from thine ice-toothed caverns, dark as time, + 

At last thou issuest, dancing to the rime + 

Of thy outvolleying freedom! Lo, thy course + 

Lies straight before thee as the arrow flies! + 

Right to the ocean-plains away, away! + 

Thy parent waits thee, and her sunset dyes + 

Are ruffled for thy coming, and the gray + 

Of all her glittering borders flashes high + 

Against the glittering rocks!⁠—oh, haste, and fly! + 