On the sea It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate sho..
Added 2022-03-22 15:39:42 +0000 UTCOn the sea It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns; till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often ’tis in such gentle temper found That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell, When last the winds of heaven were unbound. O ye who have your eyeballs vext and tir’d, Feast them upon the wideness of the sea; O ye whose ears are dinned with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody — Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth and brood Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired.
