On The Sea By Keats - Ghizela Rowe

On The Sea By Keats

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 it is 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