And one through level meadows curves away,

Turns a dark wheel, or foams along a weir,

Then, in a pool of shadow, drowns the moon.

III
An English Interlude: Erasmus Darwin

Already in England, bearing the same fire,

A far companion whom he never knew

Had long been moving on the same dark quest,

But through what quiet secluded walks of peace.

Out of the mist emerged the little City