" Mark ye the ferns that clothe these dripping rocks 



The crosier-headed ferns, most fresh and rare, 

 Their hairlike stalks, though trembling neath the shock 

 Of falling spraydrops, rooted firmly there. 



" What quaint varieties. The leaflets grow 



With a metallic lustre all their own ; 

 And velvet mosses, fostered by the flow 

 Gain a luxuriance elsewhere all unknown." 



