Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --
Widths out of the Sun --
And look -- and shudder, and block your breath --
And deem to be alone
In such a place, what horror,
How Goblin it would be --
And fly, as 'twere pursuing you?
Then Loneliness -- looks so --
Did you ever look in a Cannon's face --
Between whose Yellow eye --
And yours -- the Judgment intervened --
The Question of "To die" --
Extemporizing in your ear
As cool as Satyr's Drums --
If you remember, and were saved --
It's liker so -- it seems --
