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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 mov'd for days from where it sometime fell, / When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
O ye! who have your eyeballs vex'd and tir'd, / Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; / O ye! whose ears are dinn'd 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!