The Poetry Corner

The White Cascade

By William Henry Davies

What happy mortal sees that mountain now, The white cascade that's shining on its brow; The white cascade that's both a bird and star, That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far? Though I may never leave this land again, Yet every spring my mind must cross the main To hear and see that water-bird and star That on the mountain sings, and shines so far.