Outside Dorlcote Mill

    A IDE plain, s green banks to tide, ruso meet it, cs passage uous embrace. On ty tide ted fir-planks, ter of coal - are borne along to to Oggs, ed red roofs and ts inging ter  purple ransient glance of tretcures and tcoucint of tender-bladed autumn-so still of t years golden clusters of bee- intervals beyond tudded rees: tant so be lifting ts and stretc by toributary Ripple flo into ttle river is s dark, cs! It seems to me like a living companion o its loo tone bridge... And te Mill. I must stand a minute or t, tening, and it is far on in ternoon. Even in time of departing February it is pleasant to look at - pero trimly-kept, comfortable ds t ser it from t. tream is brim full nole ation, and  in front of t tream, te brigening tline of t trunks and branc gleam from under tness, and envy te ducks t are dipping to ter he drier world above.

    ter and to en t curtain of sound, sting one out from t  ting sadly dry in t te   touc till rong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts,   t a ! See retco t t seem to grasp t tient strengt ty muscles of truggling o  necks freed from trils into t a ser pace and t turning berees.

    Nourn my eyes tocing s diamond jets of er. t little girl is c too: sanding on just t at ter ever since I paused on t queer o be leaping and barking in ineffectual remonstrance  is so rapt in its movement. It is time ttle playfello in, I t fire to tempt  s under t is time too for me to leave off resting my arms on tone of this bridge... .

    A I anding on t of Dorlcote Mill as it looked one February afternoon many years ago. Before I dozed off, I o tell you ulliver alking about as t by t fire in t- very afternoon I have been dreaming of.