The wood was silent, still and secret in the evening drizzle of rain, full of the mystery of eggs and half-open buds, half unsheathed flowers. In the dimness of it all trees glistened naked and dark as if they had unclothed themselves, and the green things on earth seemed to hum with greenness.
David Herbert LawrenceAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 11, 1885
- Died: March 2, 1930