White Bridge
Grasmere
Westmorland

Sept. 6th

Dearest Sue

Once more I write
you from this sweet spot.
- The Summer has gone
all too quickly, and soon
I too must depart -
How I shall hate to go,
Harrow is well enough -
but I shall find no Lake,
no mountains - no woods -
and I shall pine for them,
- I can linger on here
until the last days of
Sept - and then tear myself
away - with tears in my eyes!