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Falls and cascades are a great feature all through 

 this country, as they are a marked feature in Words- 

 worth's poetry. One's ear is everywhere haunted 

 by the sound of falling water ; and when the ear can- 

 not hear them, the eye can see the streaks or patches 

 of white foam down the green declivities. There are 

 no trees above the valley bottom to obstruct the view, 

 and no hum of woods to muffle the sounds of distant 

 streams. When I was at Grasmere there was much 

 rain, and this stanza of the poet came to mind : 



" Loud is the Vale ! The voice is up 

 With which she speaks when storms are gone, 

 A mighty unison of streams ! 

 Of all her voices, one ! " 



The words vale and dell come to have a new mean- 

 ing after one has visited Wordsworth's country, just 

 as the words cottage and shepherd also have so much 

 more significance there and in Scotland than at 



home. 



" Dear child of Nature, let them rail ! 

 There is a nest in a green dale, 



A harbor and a hold, 

 Where thou, a wife and friend, shalt see 

 Thy own delightful days, and be 

 A light to young and old." 



Every humble dwelling looks like a nest ; that in. 

 which the poet himself lived had a cozy, nest-like 

 look ; and every vale is green a cradle amid rocky 

 heights, padded and carpeted with the thickest turf. 



Wordsworth is described as the poet of nature. 

 He is more the poet of man, deeply wrought upon 



