Sail on! what power has our luckless bark <br /> <br /> To this ominous realm betrayed, <br /> <br />Where Cava's rock, o'er the waters dark, <br /> <br /> Points out where her bones are laid? <br /> <br /> <br />Away! away! though tempests sweep, <br /> <br /> And waves rage loud and high, <br /> <br />Brave all the terrors of the deep— <br /> <br /> But come not that haven nigh. <br /> <br />The spirit of the fatal fair <br /> <br /> Hovers dimly over her grave; <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis her voice that rings through the troubled air, <br /> <br /> 'Tis her moan that awakes the wave! <br /> <br /> <br />Oh! dearly the sons of Spain can tell <br /> <br /> The woes that her beauty cost, <br /> <br />When Roderick, won by that witching spell, <br /> <br /> Fame—honour and country lost. <br /> <br />And ever her name is an evil sound, <br /> <br /> And her memory hated shall be; <br /> <br />And woe and dangers that bark surround <br /> <br /> That Cava's rock shall see. <br /> <br />Then hasten on for some happier shore; <br /> <br /> Nor that Cape still linger near, <br /> <br />That the Spaniard true, and the infidel Moor, <br /> <br /> Alike avoid with fear!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cape-of-the-caba-rumia/
