Hillary and Chelsea in a car driven by my friend and campaign

To me, to me the Poet, 'Oh, look there!'

[Written under the influence of Wordsworth, with a slate-pencil on

a window of the dining-room at the Lowood Hotel, Windermere, while

waiting for tea, after being present at the Grasmere Sports on a

very wet day, and in consequence of a recent perusal of Belinda, a

Novel, by Miss Broughton, whose absence is regretted.]

How solemn is the front of this Hotel,

When now the hills are swathed in modest mist,