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 the last winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eyeballs 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!“

― John Keats ―

*Greek goddess of the underworld,
*associated with magic and witchcraft