POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
XXVIII. CAVE OF STAFFA
POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
WE saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, Not One of us has felt the far-famed sight; How ‘could’ we feel it? each the other’s blight, Hurried and hurrying, volatile and loud. O for those motions only that invite The Ghost of Fingal to his tuneful Cave By the breeze entered, and wave after wave Softly embosoming the timid light! And by ‘one’ Votary who at will might stand Gazing and take into his mind and heart, 10 With undistracted reverence, the effect Of those proportions where the almighty hand That made the worlds, the sovereign Architect, Has deigned to work as if with human Art!