Author Dorothy Wordsworth As we went along The mist gathered upon the valleys, And it even rained All the way to the head of Patterdale; But there was never a drop upon my habit larger Than the smallest pearls upon a lady's ring. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments