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Rh And through a wild and dark ravine,

As bleak a pass as we have seen,

Until we slowly circled down

And settled into Settle town.

On Sunday, in the pouring rain,

We started on our way again.

Through Kirkby Lonsdale on we drove,

The weary rain-clouds still above,

Until at last at Windermere

We felt our final port was near,

Thence the lake with wooded beach

Stretches far as eye can reach.

There above its shining breast

We enjoyed our welcome rest.

Tuesday saw us—still in rain—

Buzzing on our road again.

Rydal first, the smallest lake,