dew-diamonded

Updated: May 20, 2025

Into the saddle and off, with the cheery breeze to bathe us in exhilaration, as it went humming around us laden with aromatic odors and mysterious whisperings of the pine-trees to the sea, through the dew-diamonded grass of the little lawn at the top of the hill, past the great elm with its glistening foliage, and its carolling crew of just-awakened birds, then a canter down the sandy slope to the edge of the forest, and again the pines are around us.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 19, May, 1859