And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, the trampling waves.
the inessential thing is that the poet is like other men; the essential thing is that, alone among grown-up men, he retains a faculty of pure perception which is usually met only in childhood, madness or in the subject matter of dreams
