IN the cavern's lonely hall, By the mighty waterfall, Lives a spirit shy and still, Whom the softened murmurs thrill, Heard within the twilight nook. Like the music of a brook. Poet! thus sequester'd dwell, In thy fancy's haunted cell, That the floods abroad may be Like a voice of peace to thee, While thou giv'st to nature's tone Soul and sweetness all thy own. Hear, but, ah! intrust thee not To the waves beyond thy grot, Lest thy low and wizard strain Warble through the storm in vain, And thy dying songs deplore Thou must see thy cave no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST RACE by ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by LEVI BISHOP THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SILENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |