Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Blue Lake

Soon after we reached the beautiful Blue Lake that is shaded by wattles and fringed with whispering she-oaks and waving fern trees.

Words to walk with:
From The Lady of the Lake by Walter Scott
"Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,--
O Minstrel Harp, still must shine accents sleep?
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?"

1 comment:

  1. this is all so nice!! be back to see hwre is the end of the trail...