As If It Bore A Precious Jewel In Its Bosom

From the journals of Henry David Thoreau:


October 30, 1837/

Sunrise.
First we have the gray twilight of the poets, with dark clouds diverging to the zenith. Then glows the intruding cloud in the east, as if it bore a precious jewel in its bosom; a deep round gulf of gray indenting its upper edge, while slender rules of fleecy vapor, radiating from the common center, like light-armed troops, fall regularly into their places.