In his scarlet cap, and gossamer shoes, Orpheus drifted on Pond's silvery light, his flute charming life "I go a-fishing in." In summer, they appear blue at a little distance, especially if agitated, and at a great distance, all appear alike. Paths into the mountains redrawn by raging rivers and misleading dreams, he climbed past "the limit of what art can attain:" a poet, who finally found his way home.