And the east bloomed broader!

'And the east bloomed broader! The dome of gold grew brighter, the faint clouds here and there flamed with a flush of red. The frost began to glisten with a reflected color. The youth dreamed as he walked; his broad face and deep earnest eyes caught and retained some part of the beauty and majesty of the sky.'

'Hamlin Garland, from his collected stories, Main-Traveled Roads, 1930.