![]() ![]() ![]() The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth. Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more somber every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun.Īnd at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white, changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.įorthwith a change came over the waters, and the serenity became less brilliant but more profound. The water shone pacifically the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. ![]()
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