Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79. | | | | New England: Saco, the River, N. H. and Me. | | The Falls of the Saco | | John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892) |
| | (From Mogg Megone)
WHO stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone, | |
| Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky, | |
| Where the spray of the cataract sparkles on high, | |
| Lonely and sternly, save Mogg Megone? | |
| Close to the verge of the rock is he, | 5 |
| While beneath him the Saco its work is doing, | |
| Hurrying down to its grave, the sea, | |
| And slow through the rock its pathway hewing! | |
| Far down, through the mist of the falling river, | |
| Which rises up like an incense ever, | 10 |
| The splintered points of the crags are seen, | |
| With water howling and vexed between, | |
| While the scooping whirl of the pool beneath | |
| Seems an open throat, with its granite teeth! | | | | |
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