Crossing Smuggler’s Gap.
Echoes from the cavern walls
Remind me of once-breath'd kin:
How they lived,
Bound with iron chains,
And coal black whips at their feet!
The rollicking tide follows,
Infinitely pressing upon the land.
Winds the southern branch that way,
Sea’s roar so fresh in the air.
...I am glad to be leaving,
For, to stride the gap,
I do not dare.