Grasmere in the Snow
A fine frosty morning - snow upon the ground ..... Helm Crag rose very bold and craggy, a being by itself, & behind it was the large ridge of mountain smooth as marble & snow white - all the mountains looked like solid stone on our left going from Grasmere i.e. White Moss & Nab Scar. The snow hid all the grass & all signs of vegetation & the rocks shewed themselves boldly everywhere & seemed more stony than rock or stone. The birches on the crags beautiful, Red-brown & glittering - the ashes glittering spears with their upright stems - the hips very beautiful & so good!! & dear Coleridge - I ate twenty for thee when I was by myself. I came home first - they walked too slow for me. William went to look at Langdale Pikes.
[.....]sate up late. The moon shone upon the water below Silver-how, & above it hung, combining with Silver-how on one side, a Bowl-shaped moon the curve downwards - the white fields, glittering Roof of Thomas Ashburner's house, the dark yew tree, the white fields - gay & beautiful. Wm lay with his curtains open that he might see it.
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