Maxioms by Bayard Ruskin
 Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most 
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the read more 
 Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most 
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights. 
 Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
 But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
  The clouds o'er their read more 
 Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
 But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
  The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest,
   And hung on the ether's invisible breast;
    Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright,--
     Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.