Fuming Fountains

"See there, ' my magic host did cry Below fuming fountains slow did pry Down in gorgeous abysses and sounds Of din gigantic that went all the rounds ‘See there, see there, ' amidst the din Shouted my host and I saw within A cave of vast dimensions animals That as in the Ark gathered were Together, in peace, and clean and fair. And quiet. Many and much more I saw Some high evolutive some more raw In those wondrous spaces that my host Inducted me in throughout one night Then as the Dawn approached my host Said ‘I go, ' looking round I saw him not nor heard sweet magic sounds But I found that returned was I to Dawn and day And that I now trod pace by pace my usual way.