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Extract from, The Prelude (Poem (Upon the summit of a craggy ridge, (Mood…
Extract from, The Prelude
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Poem
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Within a rocky cove, its usual home.
Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in
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And troubled pleasure, nor without the voice
Thought it was funny, enjoyed doing it
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Leaving behind her still, on either side,
Small circles glittering idly in the moon,
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Of sparkling light. But now, like one who rows,
Proud of his skill, to reach a chosen point
With an unswerving line, I fixed my view
Upon the summit of a craggy ridge,
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I dipped my oars into the silent lake,
And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat
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When, from behind that craggy steep till then
The horizon’s bound, a huge peak, black and huge,
As if with voluntary power instinct,
Upreared its head. I struck and struck again,
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Towered up between me and the stars, and still,
For so it seemed, with purpose of its own
And measured motion like a living thing,
Strode after me. With trembling oars I turned,
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There in her mooring-place I left my bark, –
And through the meadows homeward went, in grave
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That spectacle, for many days, my brain
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There hung a darkness, call it solitude
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Remained, no pleasant images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.