forest-glooms

Updated: July 19, 2025

Triumph rose to my lips, for I said, "So will I free my country!" Ah, there was my error, the shackling vines would grow again, and infold the marble image that had consecrated the forest-glooms; there is the flaw in all my work, I have shorn, but have never uprooted an evil.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 67, May, 1863