A Roman's Chamber
I.
In
the
cave
which
wild
weeds
cover
Wait
for
thine
aethereal
lover;
For
the
pallid
moon
is
waning,
O'er
the
spiral
cypress
hanging
And
the
moon
no
cloud
is
staining.
II.
It
was
once
a
Roman’s
chamber,
Where
he
kept
his
darkest
revels,
And
the
wild
weeds
twine
and
clamber;
It
was
then
a
chasm
for
devils.