"Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: "

quoted Anne, as she encouraged Billy to his feet. "It always appealed to my sense of imagination. Did you see how I was doing this? You just have to keep a steady rhythm; you'll feel it when it starts to change and solidify. Just let me know if your arms get tired. Now why don't you pick another bit of the poem that struck you particularly?"