SULLA GITA DELLA S. G. I. ALLE MARMORE 
Note del generale A. Y t erri 
The roar of waters ! from thè headlong height 
Velino cleaves thè wave-worn precipiee 
thè fall of waters! rapid as thè light 
thè flashing mass foaras shaking thè abyss ; 
thè bell of waters! where they howl and hiss, 
and boil in endless torture; while thè sweat 
of their great agony, wrung out from this 
their Phlegethon, cnrls round thè rocks of jet 
that gird thè gulf around, in pitiless horror set, 
and mounts in spray thè skies, and thence again 
returns in an unceasing shower, which round, 
with its unemptied cloud of gentle raiu, 
is an eternai aprii to thè ground, 
making it all one emerald; how profound 
thè gulf! and how thè giant element 
from rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, 
crushing thè clilfs, which, downward worn and rent 
with his fìerce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearfnl vent 
to thè broad column which rolls on, and sliows 
more like thè fountaiu of an infant sea 
toni from tlie womb of mountains by thè tliroes 
of a new world, than only thus to he 
parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, 
with many windings through thè vale. Look back ! 
