in Thoreau’s Journal:
Ah those sun sparkles on Dudley P.
In this november air what a heaven to live in! Intensely brilliant as no artificial light I have seen—like a dance of diamonds. Course mazes of a diamond dance seen through the trees. All objects shine today—even the sportsmen seen at a distance—
as if a cavern were unroofed and its crystals gave entertainment to the sun. This great see-saw of brilliants.—