Ode Written On The First Of December by Robert Southey

"Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent     Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile     Thou mayest repose thee, from the noontide heat"

"Here Stranger rest thee! from the neighbouring towers     Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced thy bark     Up this strong stream, whose broken wat"

"O thou who from the mountain's height         Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight     Of waters to old Niles majestic tide;"

"(Time Night. Scene the woods.)     Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend     My weary way? thus worn with toil and faint     How thro' the"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"

"I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones"