Wild were his dreams, and oft he rose in fright, Waked by his view of horrors in the night,— Horrors that would the sternest minds amaze, Horrors that demons might be proud to raise: And though he felt forsaken, grieved at heart, To think he lived from all mankind apart, Yet, if a man approached, in terrors he would start.

The Borough. Letter 22, The Poor of the Borough: Peter Grimes