Foyers Falls

Among the heathy hills and rugged woods, The foaming Foyers pours his mossy floods Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds Where through a shapeless breach his stream resounds As high in air the bursting torrents flow As deep recoiling surges down below. Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends And viewless Echo’s ear astonished rends Dim seen thru’ rising mist and ceaseless showers The hoary cavern wide resounding low’rs. Still thru’ the gap the struggling river toils And still below the horrid cauldron boils. Robert Burns 1787

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