Tranquility

"The stream, so ardent in its course before, sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all which I fill them had heard, appeared the voice of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, the shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush vied with this waterfall, and made a song, which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth or like some natural produce of the air, that could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; But 'twas the foilage of the rocks- the birch, the yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, with hanging islands of resplendent furze: and on a summit, distant a short space, by any who should look beyond the dell, a single mountain-cottage might be seen." -William Wordsworth. [the photo was taken by me at our native village on 19 October, 2009].