pine-incense

Updated: May 21, 2025

But now, her voice ceasing, suddenly the actual came back the brown brook swirling at their feet, the tall pines whispering above, the warm pine-incense, the tesserae of sun and shadow dancing together on the carpet of pine-needles, as the tassels overhead swung in the moving air. "You paint Elysium," he said. "You paint a veritable Island of the Blessed." Susanna's eyes clouded.

Henry Harland - The Lady Paramount