Dorothy writes later: I walked with my brother at my side, from Kendal to Grasmere, eighteen miles, and afterwards from Grasmere to Keswick, fifteen miles, through the most delightful country that ever was seen. After three years of separation, the delight at being together again is clearly intense. Wordsworth later writes a sonnet 'in recollection of that happy ramble, that most happy day and hour':
There is a little unpretending Rill
Of limpid water, humbler far than aught
That ever among Men or Naiads sought
Notice of name! - It quivers down the hill,
Furrowing its shallow way with dubious will:
Yet to my mind this scanty stream is brought
Oftener than Ganges or the Nile; a thought
Of private recollection sweet and still!
For on that day, now seven years back, when first
Two glad Foot-travellers through sun and shower,
My Love and I came hither while thanks burst
Out of our hearts to God for that good hour,
Eating a traveller's meal in shady bower,
We from that blessed water slaked our thirst.
Miscellaneous Sonnets VI: Ed Thomas Hutchinson: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, p200, Oxford University Press, 1904 (with original sestet)