Thy caverns echoing to the Arve's commotion,    echos are like folds, one falling upon the other.
A loud, lone sound no other sound can tame;
Thou art pervaded with that ceaseless motion,   eternity of motion
Thou art the path of that unresting sound--         eternity of sound
Dizzy Ravine! and when I gaze on thee    the mind cannot comprehend the sublime landscape

35  I seem as in a trance sublime and strange <------------- a shift from exterior landscape of caves
 To muse on my own separate fantasy,                                to an inner landscape of the mind.
My own, my human mind, which passively                          How is the mind like a cavern?
Now renders and receives fast influencings,
Holding an unremitting interchange
40  With the clear universe of things around;
One legion of wild thoughts, whose wandering wings   sounds like Wordsworth in Tintern Abbey
Now float above thy darkness, and now rest
Where that or thou art no unbidden guest,
In the still cave of the witch Poesy,
45  Seeking among the shadows that pass by
Ghosts of all things that are, some shade of thee,   haunted by inner visions.  the narrator realizes
Some phantom, some faint image; till the breast     that his view of the mountain is only a shadow of its truth!
From which they fled recalls them, thou art there!