sun-quivering

Updated: May 16, 2025

And I have never set foot on the ground again. But, oh, to touch it for a moment, to sit anywhere on the summer mould, to pull down the sun-quivering, sun-steeped branches about me, to scent the fresh grass as it springs to the light!

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