This pageantry of fear!
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Thou dost float and run; 
(5)     Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The moving waters at their priestlike task     
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan.
[I] raised [his] limbs like lifeless tools—
Wash’d his light limbs as if embalming them. 
(10)   And [I] with trembling hands clasp[] his cold head. 
So haggard and so woe-begone. 

O sweet Fancy! let [him] loose
Let the winged Fancy roam.
Tossing [his] head[] in sprightly dance,
(15)   Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
And sendst him, shivering in thy playful spray,
Scattering [his] gladness without care.
Water, water, every where!

Lines 1, 14, 15, 17: William Wordsworth (Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont; I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud; London, 1802; and The Green Linnet)

Lines 2, 6, 11: John Keats (Ode on a Grecian Urn; “Bright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art”; La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad; and Fancy)

Lines 3, 4 & 5, 9 & 10: Percy Bysshe Shelley (Ode to the West Wind; To a Skylark; Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats)

Lines 7 & 16: George Gordon, Lord Byron (Child Harold’s Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] and Apostrophe to the Ocean)

Lines 8 & 18: Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Rime of the Ancient Mariner)