Voices from the Lakes, and Other Poems By the Rev. Charles D. Bell |
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SONNET. THE SYBYLL'S CAVE, NAPLES.
There is a Cave deep in the olive wood,O'ergrown with many a wild and shaggy tree,
Beneath whose thick and tangled canopy
Night, and her sister, awful solitude,
In sombre silence ever grimly brood.
The glorious sun, the moon so chastely fair,
Shun each what seems a haunt for grim despair,
A home for evil things—a fearful path,
Down leading to the world of endless wrath.
And when the torches on the blackness glare,
All loathsome things appear, from which the heart
Shudders, recoiling with a sudden start.
For deep, and dark, and noisome as the grave,
Is the dread horror of the Sybyll's cave.
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