Classic Poem

There it rushes, here it gushes,
Down a dark green hall,
Through long rushes, like dumb ushers,
O'er a crystal fall.

Down deep valleys, on it salleys;
'Neath the trees so tall,
Through green alleys, now it tallies,
O'er a mossy wall.

Ever laughing, always chaffing,
At the windows small,
Ever mocking at the rocking,
Of the blue gums tall.

Over the plain, parched for rain,
Gives true life to all,
In the train with a soft refrain,
Echoes the song of the fall.

Away in the west, where the sun will rest,
Wrapped in a moss green shawl,
Away in the west the river can't rest,
Flows through a mighty hall.