Dreamland - the Regent's Park

 

Regent's Park

In May 1846  the poetess Elizabeth Barrett was recovering from one of her chronic periods of ill-health and managed to be driven from her home in Wimpole Street to Regent’s Park. She wrote to her poet fiance Robert Browning that the Park looked to me like a region of Arcady – the sun was shining with that green light through the trees, as if he carried down with him the very essence of the leaves, to the ground.  We stopped the carriage and I got out and walked (through a little iron gate), and I put both my feet on the grass. I gathered it into my hands, I laid it against my lips, it was like a bit of ….Dreamland.