Niagara Falls 



1844 And all the day sprang up the spray 



Where the broad white sheets were poured, 

 And fell around in showery play, 

 Or upward curled and soared. 



And all the night those sheets of white 



Gleamed through the spectral mist, 

 When o'er the isle the broad moonlight 



The wintry foam-flakes kissed. 



Mirrored within my dreamy thought, 



I see it, I feel it all — 

 That island with sweet visions fraught, 



That awful waterfall. 



With sun-flecked trees, and birds and flowers, 



The Isle of Life is fair; 

 But one deep voice thrills through its hours, 



One spectral form is there — 



A power no mortal can resist, 



Rolling forever on — 

 A floating cloud, a shadowy mist, 



Eternal undertone. 



And through the sunny vistas gleam 



The fate, the solemn smile. 

 Life is Niagara's rushing stream: 



Its dream — that peaceful isle ! 



1845 



1845 SlGOURNEY, Mrs. Lydia H. Scenes in my native land. Boston: 

 Sigoumey J ames Munroe and Co. 1845. Pp. 3-20; 148-1 61 ; 31 7-318. 



Prose and poetry descriptive of Niagara Falls. Pp. 3-20, Niagara. 

 Pp. 148-161, The hermit of the Falls. Pp. 317-318, Farewell to 

 Niagara. 



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