We then rode down a chasm from the gates,
And entered Elpholen’s enchanted states.
To a wild amphitheatre we rode,
Begirt with precipices. From an astounding
Cavern in the mountain-side, there flowed
A river deep and broad; but the surrounding
Dark hollows echoed not a single sounding;
For silently it moved—we only heard
At times the plunging of some dull cascade
Far up the tunnel, like a cannonade.