At early dawn,--or rather when the air
Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy Eve
Is busiest to confer and to bereave,--
Then, pensive votary, let thy feet repair
To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair
Where the young lions couch;--for so, by leave
Of the propitious hour, thou may'st perceive
The local Deity, with oozy hair
And mineral crown, beside his jagged urn,
Recumbent:--Him thou may'st behold, who hides
His lineaments by day, yet there presides,
Teaching the docile waters how to turn;
Or, if need be, impediment to spurn,
And force their passage to the salt-see tides!
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