To find a cave to lurk in…
… Thou wilt say,
This is not Lethe, whose dull waters glide
Sunless among the silent fields of death,
Oblivion’s formless valley. Yet attend—
Mark well the course of each bright-crested wave:—
As it rolls by, the gallant barks it bore
Are vanished, and have left no trace, as if
They never had existence. Though for ever
New shadows fast emerge into the Sun