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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
23
March
1st.--We
rose
early.
A
thick
fog
obscured
the
distant
prospect
entirely,
but
the
shapes
of
the
nearer
trees
and
the
dome
of
the
wood
dimly
seen
and
dilated.
It
cleared
away
between
ten
and
eleven.
The
shapes
of
the
mist,
slowly
moving
along,
exquisitely
beautiful;
passing
over
the
sheep
they
almost
seemed
to
have
more
of
life
than
those
quiet
creatures.
The
unseen
birds
singing
in
the
mist.[7]
[Footnote
7:
Compare
The
Recluse,
1.
91--
Her
Voice
was
like
a
hidden
Bird
that
sang.
ED.]
2nd.--Went
a
part
of
the
way
home
with
Coleridge
in
the
morning.
Gathered
fir
apples
afterwards
under
the
trees.
3rd.--I
went
to
the
shoemaker's.
William
lay
under
the
trees
till
my
return.
Afterwards
went
to
the
secluded
farm
house
in
search
of
eggs,
and
returned
over
the
hill.
A
very
mild,
cloudy
evening.
The
rose
trees
in
the
hedges
and
the
elders
budding.
4th.--Walked
to
Woodlands
after
dinner,
a
pleasant
evening.
5th.--Gathered
fir-apples.
A
thick
fog
came
on.
Walked
to
the
baker's
and
the
shoemaker's,
and
through
the
fields
towards
Woodlands.
On
our
return,
found
Tom
Poole
in
the
parlour.
He
drank
tea
with
us.
6th.--A
pleasant
morning,
the
sea
white
and
bright,
and
full
to
the
brim.
I
walked
to
see
Coleridge
in
the
evening.
William
went
with
me
to
the
wood.
Coleridge
very
ill.
It
was
a
mild,
pleasant
afternoon,
but
the
evening
became
very
foggy;
when
I
was
near
Woodlands,
the
fog
overhead
became
thin,
and
I
saw
the
shapes
of
the
Central
Stars.
Again
it
closed,
and
the
whole
sky
was
the
same.
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