A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

They climbed down a slippery bank of
pine-needles. There lay the pond, set in its
little alp of green--only a pond, but large
enough to contain the human body, and pure
enough to reflect the sky. On account of the
rains, the waters had flooded the surrounding
grass, which showed like a beautiful emerald
path, tempting these feet towards the central
pool.
"It's distinctly successful, as ponds go," said
Mr. Beebe. "No apologies are necessary for
the pond."
George sat down where the ground was dry,
and drearily unlaced his boots.
"Aren't those masses of willow-herb
splendid? I love willow-herb in seed. What's
the name of this aromatic plant?"
No one knew, or seemed to care.