John Drinkwater,
Preludes 1921-1922
“ With passion mated and of passion born, Lake knew within him stirring that far beauty Of an old starry still Helvellyn night. And Zell made all the wisdom of her words Wisdom of life, so simple and unclouded, Leaving no fume of trouble in the dark, Ending for ever the brain's captivity. ..... They slept. And still the south wind gathered up, Gust upon gust to a full swelling tide, And the great sail-timbers groaned, and blackness fell Over the mill that trembled as in pain Of age now nearly with all quarrels done. ”
