Status Updates From The Prelude: Parallel Text ...

Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
Bk 1, 305-6
The mind of man is framed even like the breath
And harmony of music. There is a dark
Invisible workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, and makes them move
In one society.
Bk 1, 351-5
Moon and stars
Were shining l’er my head; I was alone,
And seemed to be a trouble to the peace
That was among them
Bk 1, 321-4

I'm entertaining alternate-world hopes that the blindingly red cover means we'll soon get zombies and/or vampires intruding into the landscape.