A Region Desolate And Wild. Black, Chafing Water: And Afloat, And Lonely As A Truant Child In A Waste Wood, A Single Boat: No Mast, No Sails Are Set Thereon; It Moves, But Never Moveth On: And Welters Like A Human Thing Amid The Wild Waves Weltering. Behind, A Buried Vale Doth Sleep, Far Down The Torrent Cleaves Its Way: In Front The Dumb Rock Rises Steep, A Fretted Wall Of Blue And Grey; Of Shooting Cliff And Crumbled Stone With Many A Wild Weed Overgrown: All Else, Black Water: And Afloat, One Rood From Shore, That Single Boat.