Author Sara Coleridge The Cataract dashing Down over the rocks, Comes foaming and splashing, With furious shocks, As loud as the crashing Of thunder on high, When lightning is flashing Aloft in the sky. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments