. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. he most favorableeminence from which to look down upon a moonlight landscape; Gor-ham gives the best position for enjoying the moonlight upon the persons imagine that the mountains must seem higher underthe moon than in the daylight, when the sun shoAVS all their fore-ground. But the moonlight strangely flattens them. They do notlook half so high under a zenith moon as in the noontime of a clearday. A thick air, or a shoAver streaming before them and takingout much of their robustness, has the effect of lifting them muchhigher
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. he most favorableeminence from which to look down upon a moonlight landscape; Gor-ham gives the best position for enjoying the moonlight upon the persons imagine that the mountains must seem higher underthe moon than in the daylight, when the sun shoAVS all their fore-ground. But the moonlight strangely flattens them. They do notlook half so high under a zenith moon as in the noontime of a clearday. A thick air, or a shoAver streaming before them and takingout much of their robustness, has the effect of lifting them muchhigher; but when all color is draAvn from them, and they stand inmere pencillings of black shadoAV and silver, their outUnes are lessfirm, and they are lowered into mounds. 36 262 THE WHITE HILLS. Yet, to an artists eye, the effects of moonlight, when it climbsfrom behind and overflows a mountain, are unspeakably fascinatingThere is quite a large log-house on the thin crest of Mount Moriah,and once in the season the full moon rises directly over that hut,—. suggesting, before its silver edge appears, the mediaeval picture ofthe dark head of a saint or martyr, circled by a golden nimbus. She Cometh,—lovelier than the dawn,In summer, when the leaves are green, More graceful than the alarmed fawn,Over his giassy supper seen; Bright quiet from her beauty falls. After it climbs above the hut, the deep blue darkness of the moun-tain begins to catch delicate tinges of the pale, weak light which flows THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY. 263 wider and freer down the long steep slopes. The meadows beneathlook level as a floor, and are laid with a carpet which seems to be anillusion of tender green grass, and light gray ground. The head ofthe Imp catches cool tinges of the pallid lustre, which slowly wandersdown and off into the great caldron we have spoken of under theCarter Mount. And as it descends, the exhalations from the duskydepths, born from the invisible streams, that sing along the ruggedbed
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