MORE POEMS BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA
by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- ow long will ye round me be swelling,
- O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?
- Not always in caves was my dwelling,
- Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.
- Through the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma
- In the steps of my beauty I strayed;
- The warriors beheld Ninathóma,
- And they blessed the white-bosomed Maid!
- A Ghost! by my cavern it darted!
- In moon-beams the Spirit was drest--
- For lovely appear the departed
- When they visit the dreams of my rest!
- But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
- Fleet the shadowy forms of delight--
- Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean!
- To howl through my cavern by night.