human
An hour of peril in the Lydstep caves: Down the steep gorge, grotesquely boulder-piled And tempest-worn, as ocean hurrying wild Up it in thunder breaks and vainly raves,-- My haste hath sped me to the rippled sand Where, arching deep, o'erhang on either hand These halls of Amphitrité, echoing clear The ceaseless mournful music of the waves: Ten thousand beauteous forms of life are here; And long I linger, wandering in and out Among the seaflowers, tapestried about All over those wet walls.--A shout of fear! The tide, the tide!--I turned and ran for life, And battled stoutly through that billowy strife!