Slanting pillars of misty light moved along under the sun hid by clouds.
Leaves of trees upturned by the stirring wind in twilight—an image of paleness, wan affright.
A child scolding a flower in the words in which he had been himself scolded and whipped, is poetry—passion past with pleasure.
July 20, 1800
Poor fellow at a distance—idle? in this hay-time when wages are so high? [We] come near [and] then [see that he is] pale, can scarce speak or throw out his fishing rod.
[This incident is fully described by Wordsworth in the last of the four poems on "Naming of Places."