As we advanced and left the track, we trod a soft turf, mossy fine and emerald green, minutely enamelled with a tiny white flower, and spangled with a star-like yellow blossom: the hills, meantime, shut us quite in; for the glen, towards its head, wound to their very core.
Lorsque nous avançâmes, nous quittâmes les sentiers pour marcher sur un gazon doux et fin, d'un vert émeraude, parsemé de délicates fleurs blanches et de petites étoiles d'un jaune d'or.