And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,

And flapping, and rapping and clapping and slapping,

And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,

And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,

And dashing, and flashing and splashing and clashing,

And so never ending, but always descending,

Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending,

All at once and all o’er, with a mighty uproar,

And this way the water comes down at Lodore.

by Robert Southey