I felt the consecration of its loneliness:
my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep --
on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss,
by heath-bell, by flower-sprinkled turf,
by brilliant bracken, and mellow granite crag.
These details were just to me what they were to them --
so many pure and sweet sources of pleasure.
The strong blast and the soft breeze;
the rough and the halcyon day;
the hours of sunrise and sunset;
the moonlight and the clouded night, developed for me,
in these regions, the same attraction as for them --
wound round my faculties the same spell that entranced theirs.
Indoors we agreed equally well.
They were both more accomplished and better read than I was;
but with eagerness I followed in the path of knowledge they had trodden before me.
I devoured the books they lent me:
then it was full satisfaction to discuss with them in the evening what I had perused during the day.
Thought fitted thought; opinion met opinion:
we coincided, in short, perfectly.
If in our trio there was a superior and a leader, it was Diana.
Physically, she far excelled me: she was handsome; she was vigorous.
In her animal spirits there was an affluence of life and certainty of flow, such as excited my wonder, while it baffled my comprehension.
I could talk a while when the evening commenced,
but the first gush of vivacity and fluency gone,
I was fain to sit on a stool at Diana's feet,
to rest my head on her knee, and listen alternately to her and Mary,
while they sounded thoroughly the topic on which I had but touched.