beheldfrom

Updated: July 3, 2026

Green, and blue, and silver-white run into each other, with almost imperceptible change, like the streaks on the sides of a mackerel. And above are the pinnacles of the mountains; some bald, and rocky, and cone-shaped, and others bold, and broad, and dark with pines. Such was the scene, which Paul Flemming beheldfrom his window a few mornings after Berkley's departure.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Hyperion