A Glimmer Blending With The Hem Of The Sky

Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
--J. R. R. Tolkien
(from "The Lord of the Rings")