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...ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE INSTEAD OF TEARS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |