43: The Waking of the Giant

And while by ocean's rugged bounds I muse Thy solemn influence o'er my soul diffuse: Whether thou wanderest o'er the craggy steep, Where the lone spirits of the tempest weep, Or go'st with trackless footsteps o'er the waves Or wak'st the echoes of thy hundred caves With joy I hail thy visionary form. Rough dark [...]