“ What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! ”
John Muir, Stickeen (1897). copy citation
| Author | John Muir |
|---|---|
| Source | Stickeen |
| Topic | nature storm leaves |
| Date | 1897 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/11673/11673-h/11673-h.htm |
Context
“Here the end of the glacier, descending an abrupt swell of resisting rock about five hundred feet high, leans forward and falls in ice cascades. And as the storm came down the glacier from the north, Stickeen and I were beneath the main current of the blast, while favorably located to see and hear it. What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! Detached wafts and swirls were coming through the woods, with music from the leaves and branches and furrowed boles, and even from the splintered rocks and ice-crags overhead, many of the tones soft and low and flute-like, as if each leaf and tree, crag and spire were a tuned reed.”
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