A review by leontopodium
Il Preludio by William Wordsworth

4.0

«[...] I looked about and lo! / The Moon stood naked in the heavens, at height / Immense above my head, and on the shore / I found myself of a huge sea of mist, / Which, meek and silent, rested at my feet. / A hundred hills their dusky backs upheaved / All over this still ocean; and beyond / Far, far beyond, the vapours shot themselves, / In headlands, tongues, and promontory shapes, / Into the sea, the real sea, that seemed / To dwindle, and give up its majesty, / Usurped upon as far as sight could reach. / Meanwhile, the Moon looked down upon this show / In single glory, and we stood, the mist / Touching our very feet; and from the shore / At distance not the third part of a mile / Was a blue chasm; a fracture in the vapour, / A deep and gloomy breathing-place through which / Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams / Innumerable, roaring with one voice!»