. Round the Lake Country. fer to climb back up the stairway from thefall, we can emerge upon the fairest meadow ofthirty-two acres that the National Trust holds, and,crossing it in the direction of the main road fromDockray, make our way by the public path throughGlencoign to the Lake side and Stybarrow andPatterdale. I would urge visitors to take this walk beforethey pass above Lyulphs Tower and ascend the Gow-barrow Fell, and this not only because of the beautyof the wild thorns and their embowering honeysucklein the Glencoign Park, but because of the poets wifeand sister Dorothy. For, still
. Round the Lake Country. fer to climb back up the stairway from thefall, we can emerge upon the fairest meadow ofthirty-two acres that the National Trust holds, and,crossing it in the direction of the main road fromDockray, make our way by the public path throughGlencoign to the Lake side and Stybarrow andPatterdale. I would urge visitors to take this walk beforethey pass above Lyulphs Tower and ascend the Gow-barrow Fell, and this not only because of the beautyof the wild thorns and their embowering honeysucklein the Glencoign Park, but because of the poets wifeand sister Dorothy. For, still, if the visitor come indaffodil time, though the daffodils are much reducedin numbers, and though, thanks to the Philistinismof the Highway Authority of the county, the mar-gent of the lake has been entirely destroyed by aconcrete wall, and has prevented any further floatingto land of daffodil bulbs, there will be seen some ofthe gay-hearted, brave flowers that Ere the swallow daresDo take the winds of March with THE AIRA BECK (BELOW THE FOKCE) AND AIRA FORCE 97 And as we look upon them, without theft of root or harm to flower, we may remember that it was to Dorothy we are indebted for that poem, The Daffodils, and that it is to Mrs. Wordsworth we owe one of its finest lines—those lines : They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude. The story of that rememberable poem will not beout of place, as we walk back along the sameroad by which the poet walked on that stormy dayin mid-April of 1802. This is the entry in DorothyWordsworths Journal of April 1 5 of that year, inwhich, after saying that, when they were in thewoods beyond Gowbarrow Park, she saw a fewdaffodils close to the waterside, We fancied, shewrote, that the sea had floated the seeds ashore,and that the little colony had sprung up. But as wewent along there were more and yet more, and atlast, under the boughs of the trees, we saw there wasa long belt of them along the shore about the bread
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