Do you see that gleaming bit in the landscape far away?
That's water--that's our very own Severn, swelled to an estuary.

But you must imagine the estuary--you can only get that tiny peep of water, glittering like a great diamond that some young Titaness has flung out of her necklace down among the hills." "David, you are actually growing poetical." "Am I?
Well, I do feel rather strange to-day--crazy like; a high wind always sends me half crazy with delight.

Did you ever feel such a breeze?
And there's something so gloriously free in this high level common--as flat as if my Titaness had found a little Mont Blanc, and amused herself with patting it down like a dough-cake." "A very culinary goddess." "Yes! but a goddess after all.

And her dough-cake, her mushroom, her flattened Mont Blanc, is very fine.

What a broad green sweep--nothing but sky and common, common and sky.