The poet describes his strange experience during his childhood. When he stole and took an unknown shepherd’s boat onto an unfamiliar lake. Suddenly he realized that it was an act of stealing and his joy and thrill of adventure was troubled by a sense of guilt. When the boat moved on, there came echoing sound of warning from the mountains. That’s why the poet was guilty of his act of moving the boat in an act of stealth.

The poet stealthily returns the boat back to her usual mooring place at the willow tree in a cave. He walks back home through the meadows in a grave and serious mood. But the spectacle of the huge peak towering behind him lingered in his mind for many days. His mind was filled with no other thought but of the huge peak. He could recall no other shapes, nor the pleasant images of trees, sea or sky or the colours of green fields.

His every thought and imagination was filled with the huge and mighty lifeless forms of the huge peaks, which moved slowly through his mind like living men, during the day. And every night these huge forms troubled him in his dreams.