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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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23rd.--Bright
sunshine,
went
out
at
3
o'clock.
The
sea
perfectly
calm
blue,
streaked
with
deeper
colour
by
the
clouds,
and
tongues
or
points
of
sand;
on
our
return
of
a
gloomy
red.
The
sun
gone
down.
The
crescent
moon,
Jupiter,
and
Venus.
The
sound
of
the
sea
distinctly
heard
on
the
tops
of
the
hills,
which
we
could
never
hear
in
summer.
We
attribute
this
partly
to
the
bareness
of
the
trees,
but
chiefly
to
the
absence
of
the
singing
of
birds,
the
hum
of
insects,
that
noiseless
noise
which
lives
in
the
summer
air.[3]
The
villages
marked
out
by
beautiful
beds
of
smoke.
The
turf
fading
into
the
mountain
road.
The
scarlet
flowers
of
the
moss.
[Footnote
3:
Compare
Keats,
Miscellaneous
Poems--
There
crept
A
little
noiseless
noise
amongst
the
leaves
Born
of
the
very
sigh
that
silence
heaves.
ED.
And
Coleridge,
The
Æolian
Harp--
The
stilly
murmur
of
the
distant
sea
Tells
us
of
silence.
ED.]
24th.--Walked
between
half-past
three
and
half-past
five.
The
evening
cold
and
clear.
The
sea
of
a
sober
grey,
streaked
by
the
deeper
grey
clouds.
The
half
dead
sound
of
the
near
sheep-bell,
in
the
hollow
of
the
sloping
coombe,
exquisitely
soothing.
25th.--Went
to
Poole's
after
tea.
The
sky
spread
over
with
one
continuous
cloud,
whitened
by
the
light
of
the
moon,
which,
though
her
dim
shape
was
seen,
did
not
throw
forth
so
strong
a
light
as
to
chequer
the
earth
with
shadows.
At
once
the
clouds
seemed
to
cleave
asunder,
and
left
her
in
the
centre
of
a
black-blue
vault.
She
sailed
along,
followed
by
multitudes
of
stars,
small,
and
bright,
and
sharp.
Their
brightness
seemed
concentrated,
(half-moon).
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