colour-sprite

Updated: July 1, 2026

Yet with every thunder-storm on yonder hills the colour-sprite leaps back into the waters. Your Florentine of the humbler sort loves to dawdle along the bank on a bright afternoon, watching the play of the river and drawing a kind of philosophic contentment out of its cool aquatic humours. Presently he reaches that bridge the jewellers' bridge. He thinks he must buy a ring.

Norman Douglas - Alone