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 where it sometime fell. 
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound. 
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired, 
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; 
Oh 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!

John Keats

Image: ‘Cave of the storm nymphs’ by Edward Poynter


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