Classic Poem

The [visions] Caverns of the Grave Ive seen
And these I shewd to Englands Queen
[And] But now the Caves of Hell I view
Who shall I dare to shew them to
What mighty Soul in Beautys form
Shall [dare to] dauntless View the Infernal Storm
Egremonts Countess [dare] can controll
The [waves] flames of Hell that round me roll
If she refuse I still go on
Till the Heavens & Earth are gone
Still admird by [worthy] Noble minds
Followd by Envy on the winds
Reengravd Time after Time
Ever in their youthful prime
My Designs [shall still] unchangd remain
Time may rage but rage in vain
For above Times troubled Fountains
On the Great Atlantic Mountains
In my Golden House on high
There they Shine Eternally