The prelude - William Wordsworth

• A huge peak, black and huge/ as if with voluntary power and instinct/ upreared its head
• My boat/ went heaving through the water like a swan
• The horizons utmost Boundry; far above/ was nothing but the stars and the grey sky.
• With a purpose of its own and measured motion, like a living thing strode after me
• The hung a darkness, call it solitude
• Small circles, glittering idly in the moon