济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)05 On the Sea

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　　It keeps eternal whisperings around

　　Desolate¹ shores, and with its mighty² swell³

　　Gluts⁴ twice ten thousand caverns⁵, 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 vexed⁶ and tired,

　　Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;

　　Oh ye! whose ears are dinned⁷ with uproar⁸ rude,

　　Or fed too much with cloying⁹ 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 Sonnet¹⁰ overleaf did me good. I slept the better last night for it

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