vine-veined

Updated: July 24, 2025

had died on bare brown stubble-fields and vine-veined hill-sides, purple with clustering grapes on leafless branches; and wintry days had come, with sleety morns and chill, crisp noons, and scarlet sunset banners flouting the silver stars in western skies, where the shivering, gasping old year had woven, "One strait gown of red Against the cold."

Augusta J. Evans Wilson - Vashti: or, Until Death Us Do Part