                                      1816
                                   ON THE SEA
                                 by John 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 '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.
        Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd,
          Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
            Oh 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 quir'd!


                        THE END
