King Arthur Movie Tristan

I KNOW a place where summer strives

With such a practised frost,

She each year leads her daisies back,

Recording briefly, “Lost.”



But when the south wind stirs the pools

And struggles in the lanes,

Her heart misgives her for her vow,

And she pours soft refrains



Into the lap of adamant,

And spices, and the dew,

That stiffens quietly to quartz,

Upon her amber shoe.

-Emily Dickinson













These photos were taken at Prospect Mountain in Lake George.