Chapter 11 THE SEA-CAVE

The dull loneness, the black shade,

That these hanging vaults have made:

The strange music of the waves

Beating on these hollow caves-Wither

He set me down in one corner, where was some loose dry silver-sand upon the floor, which others had perhaps used for a resting-place before. 'Thou must lie here for a month or two, lad,' he said; '