First Line: POET, THY STRAIN, AN ALPINE CATARACT, LEAPS Last Line: YET MADE IMMORTAL IN EVANISHMENT. Subject(s): POETRY & POETS;
POET, thy strain, an Alpine cataract, leaps From so remote and superhuman steeps, It never finds the valley, but midway Hangs beautifully lost upon the day; In iridescence lost, in vapour spent, Yet made immortal in evanishment.