. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ely as if the treesfor miles had suddenly been clothed AAith leaves of amethyst,—andthen chased by the shadoAV retreat upAvards till it dyes the rocks Avithits harmless fire, and still upAvards to the peaks, and then leaps to theclouds above, Avhere slowly from the sceneThe stooping sun upg:\thers his spent shafts,And puts them back into his golden quiver. Or, by an easy chmb of half an hour up Mount PemigCAvassetdirectly back of the hotel,—a climb not at all difficult in dry Aveatherto ladies,—the sunset AdeAV will be far more impressiv
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. ely as if the treesfor miles had suddenly been clothed AAith leaves of amethyst,—andthen chased by the shadoAV retreat upAvards till it dyes the rocks Avithits harmless fire, and still upAvards to the peaks, and then leaps to theclouds above, Avhere slowly from the sceneThe stooping sun upg:\thers his spent shafts,And puts them back into his golden quiver. Or, by an easy chmb of half an hour up Mount PemigCAvassetdirectly back of the hotel,—a climb not at all difficult in dry Aveatherto ladies,—the sunset AdeAV will be far more impressive. The spurs 128 THE WHITE HILLS and hollows of Lafayette and his associates will be lighted up by thesplendor that pours into them from the west. It searches and revealsall the markings of the torrents ; it gilds the tautness of the rockytendons that stretch from the summits to the valleys, and that run some-times in hard lines and sometimes in curves full of rebellious energy^like a tough bow strung to the utmost tension ; and it pours upon the. innumerable populace of trees which the mountain sides support onewide blaze of purple, which slowly burns off upward, leaving twilightbehind it, and gleaming on the barren crests, long after the valley^which stretches in \iew for twenty miles, is dimmed with shade. As we Valley, opening out her bosom, gaveFair prospect, intercepted less and less. Oer the flat meadows, far off, , And yet conspicuous, stood the old Church-towerIn majesty presiding over fields THE PEMIGEVVASSET VALLEY. 129 And habitations seemingly preservedFrom the intrusion of a restless worldBy rocks impassable and mountains huge. Soft heath this elevated spot supplied,And choice of moss-clad stones, whereon we couchedOr sate reclined; admiring quietlyThe general aspect of the scene; but eachNot seldom over-anxious to make knownHis own discoveries; or to favorite pointsDirecting notice, merely from a wishTo impart a -Joy, imperfect while
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