Once, in that cave, I heard my breath: I heard my breath, as cowards do, And guilty men; or misers, when They sort their old coins from the new. Tread softly there: in there a sigh Has left a heavy groan behind; Each whisper turns to thunder, and A whistle to a gale of wind; Hold tight your breath, nor cry for help Where, though you perish, none may come: And softly creep, before you're crazed, Back to the open light and home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD ON A FOUNTAIN AND ITS ARCHITECT by PHILIP AYRES |