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...A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND A PERFECT SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BEREAVEMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (2) by THOMAS CAMPION THE KING OF THE WIND by ELIZA COOK |