Clue #4 from John Keats

 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

 Pass into nothingness; but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams . . .

And the final clue . . . 

Bakewell? Ashford? Monsal Trail?

Yes, we visited the glorious Derbyshire Dales.

Clue #3 from Herman Melville

 Not magnitude,

not lavishness,

But Form

 - the Site;

 Not innovating wilfulness,

 But reverence

for the Archetype.

Clue #2 from Christina G. Rossetti

 Does the road wind uphill all the way?

 Yes, to the very end.

 Will the day's journey take

 the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

Clue #1 from Sylvia Plath

 The sheep know where they are,

 Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,

Grey as the weather . . .

Do You Know?

Can you guess where we've been?

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears

I know just what they mean,

 Tears from the depths of some divine despair

 Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

 In looking on the fallen trees,

 And thinking of the days

 that are no more.

A parody of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Five weeks following the wrecking wind, the Fairgrounds pay the painful price.

Wait for It

 Why must I be the first to fall

 Of all the leaves on this old tree?

 Though sadly soon I know that all

 Will lose their hold and follow me.

 While my birth-brothers bravely blow,

 Why should I be the first to go?

Fallen Leaves by Robert Service