beryl-brown

Updated: May 6, 2025

Once, a year or two before, he had been up in the Yorkshire dales, and had strolled along by the side of the Wharfe on a day when the river ran beryl-brown or sapphire clear as it glanced over pebbly shallow or rocky depth. There was the beryl glint in her eye the darling brown with the liquid light playing upon it. He looked now. The woodlands were about him; the river murmured near.

David Christie Murray - Despair's Last Journey