At Crow’s Nest Pass

At Crow’s Nest Pass the mountains rend

Themselves apart, the rivers wend

    A lawless course about their feet, 

    And breaking into torrents beat

In useless fury where they blend

    At Crow’s Nest Pass. 



The nesting eagle, wise, discreet, 

Wings up the gorge’s lone retreat

And makes some barren crag her friend

    At Crow's Nest Pass. 



Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend

Their shifting vapours, and contend

   With rocks that suffer not defeat; 

   And snows, and suns, and mad winds meet

To battle where the cliffs defend

   At Crow’s Nest Pass.