gentian-cups

Updated: September 21, 2025

Darkness was coming to us too, though our sky was clear and the stars were shining brightly. At our feet the earth was folding itself to sleep; the plain was wholly lost; little islands of white mist had formed themselves, and settled down upon the lakes and on their marshy estuaries; the birds were hushed; the gentian-cups were filling to the brim with dew.

John Addington Symonds - Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, First Series