In Niagara

Anchored on the Rainbow, heedless of the wandering pairs Hand in Hand, hearts entwined, lost in dreams of love and life, And without the least botheration of the passing vehicles Watched the wonder, feasting aesthetic passion In the daylight liquid silver, in the moonlight melted gold The super Goldsmith empties his melting crucible Bursts into drops and droplets, sprinkles and sprays Fumes and foams, bubbles and froths drawing a veil of fog Life stumbles on big boulders and falls down the edge Never to climb back finds pleasure in flowing down I heard no roar but three maids singing in chorus May be in praise of Lelawala and the thunder god Heno Beauty of the sun, the moon and the glittering stars, Rainbow and the raining clouds, the dawn and the dusk Percolate into its heart for the beauty seekers to delight On the rich soul of the nature's gift by Gods and men alike In the moonlit night I could see vague images of the Maid of Mist And the Gods of Thunder coming out from the caves behind Watching the fireworks that illuminate sky and hearts, The falls and the flowing river, the bridges and the floating boats Below the bridge, in the pool there lay the boat, in the day Took me too near the falls to be wet through, I rejoice, By the loving hug of the Maid of the Mist and being In her wet arms for a while, a very short while