THE WORM'S HEAD.
PATIENT, with folded wings, with lifted head,
Watchful, outlooking-seaward, sits the Form Who Dragon -like defies the approaching storm, That gathering in the west moves on to spread Rhos-sili's sands with foam,—or, gentlier, shed Its burthen o'er the wardship of the Worm, The faery land of Gower, where wonders swarm, Of Arthur's might or Merlin's magic bred. - So frown, ye guardian-cliffs that us surround To keep us free within ! The tempest's shock And the assaulting billows make rebound, But not to deafen us !—lest we should mock The cries of anguish'd peoples, whose fair lands Are ravaged by the lustful Moslem bands.