The third (at least) glorious day, clear and not too cold (this morning a leaf frost on the rails a third of an inch long), with peculiarly long and clear cloudless silvery twilights morn and eve, with a stately, withdrawn after-redness.
Above all, deliver me from a city built on the site of a more ancient city, the materials of the one being the ruins of the other. There the dwellings of the living are in the cemeteries of the dead, and the soil is blanched and accursed.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 9, 1853
The third (at least) glorious day, clear and not too cold . . . with peculiarly long and clear cloudless silvery twilights morn and eve. See December 8, 1853 ("The twilights, morn and eve, are very clear and light, very glorious and pure, or stained with red, and prolonged, these days. But, now the sun is set, Walden . .is more light than the sky"); December 10, 1853 ("Another still more glorious day , if possible . . .These are among the finest days in the year ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau,The world can never be more beautiful than now.
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