How Does the Water Come down at Lodore.
Here it comes sparkling,
And there it lies darkling,…
Eddying and whinking,
Spouting and frisking…
And whizzing and hissing,…
And rattling and battling,…
And guggling and struggling,…
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
And rushing and flushing and bushing and gushing,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,…
And thumping and pumping and bumping and jumping,
And dashing and flashing and splashing and dashing…
And at once and all o'ev with mighty uproar,
And this way the water ome down at Lodore.
-------Robert Southey ( Britain poet in 19th century )