Aira Force

Aira Force, a cascade bright,
That tumbles down the rocks,
A lovely, and a wondrous sight,
That every eye unlocks.

It leaps and falls, and leaps again,
With music sweet and clear,
A ceaseless, wild, and joyous strain,
For every listening ear.

And round it, trees and flowers do grow,
In beauty and in grace,
And all combine to make a show,
In this enchanted place.