prelude

• summer evening
• little boat tied to a willow tree
• it was an act of stealth
• troubled pleasure
• small circles glittering idly in the moon
• sparkling light
• lustily i dipped my ores into the silent lake
• heaving through the water like a swan
• a huge peak black and huge
• an growing still in stature the grim shape towered up between me and the stars
• with trembling ores i turned
• through the meadows homeward went in grave and serious mood
• dim and determined sense
• there hung a darkness call it solitude
• blank desertion
• no familiar shapes remained no pleasant images of trees sea or sky
• huge and mighty forms
• moved slowly through the mind by day
• were a trouble to my dreams