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The two part prelude wordsworth6/6/2023 ![]() ![]() It may be that the drowned man of Esthwaite never exists as a 'living being' - at least within the poem - but it is hard to avoid the feeling that he resurfaces as something other than what once he was. Of trees and hills and water, bolt upright Sounded with iron hooks and with long poles.Īt length the dead man, mid that beauteous scene Grew dark with all the shadows on its breast,Īnd now and then a leaping fish disturbed Half an hour I watchedĪnd no one owned them meanwhile the calm lake Twilight was coming on, yet through the gloomīeneath a tree and close by the lake side, Make green peninsulas on Esthwaite's lake. One of those open fields which, shaped like ears, To my half-infant mind - I chanced to cross When I was first transplanted to thy vale,īeloved Hawkshead when thy paths, thy shores Eight summers - and 'twas in the very week ![]()
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