A Quote by Arthur Symons
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony of stone The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
Source: Color Studies, 1895. At Dieppe
Contributed by: Zaady