The grim shape
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.
Bk. I, l. 381 - The Prelude (1799-1805)
The grim shape
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.
Bk. I, l. 381 - The Prelude (1799-1805)