moor-pool

Updated: May 9, 2025

Before him was a small moor-pool, in summer a mere reedy marsh, but now a bleak tarn, standing among dangerous mosses, sending ghostly echoes across the solitude, as the water washed wearily against the black peat shores, or rustled among the sere skeleton reeds in the shallow bays. Suddenly he stopped with a jar in his brain and a chill at his heart.

Henry Kingsley - Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn