Classic Poem

I saw a Cave of sable depth profound
Oped 'neath a precipice whose awful height
Was lost mid clouds that darkly hung around
Forever hiding from the human sight
Its vast mysterious head — About the mouth
of the black Cavern grisly mosses hung
And clambering herbage in festoons uncouth
Did wildly wave like hair — The stray winds sung
With the rude rocks, the tangled growth, the Cavern these
Strains mingled deep — of Love, of Joy of dark Despair.