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.
A un certo punto lasciammo il sentiero per avanzarci sull'erba fresca, cosparsa di fiori. Ci trovavamo in una valle circondata da montagne.