The Prelude

• It was an act of stealth and troubled pleasure, Lustily, like a swan
• "Small circles glittering idly in the moon,/ until they melted all into one track/ of sparkling light" she was an elfin pinnance
• when, from behind that craggy steep a huge peak, black and huge, as if with voluntary power instinct upreared its head
• like a living thing, strode after me trembling oars
• O'er my thoughts There hung a darkness
• Huge and mighty forms, that do not live like living men... were a trouble to my dreams