英语沙龙：On the Sea（在线收听）

On the Sea

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 whence it sometime fell, 

When last the winds of heaven were unbound. 

Oh ye! who have your eye-balls 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 choired!

I find I cannot exist without Poetry - without eternal Poetry - half the day will not do - the whole of it - I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan. I had become all in a Tremble from not having written any thing of late - the Sonnet overleaf did me good. I slept the better last night for it