Beautiful Writing

"The water gleamed, the sky burned with gold, but all was rich and dim, and
his eyes fed upon it undazzled and unaching. The very names of green and gold, which he used perforce in describing the scene, are too harsh for the
tenderness, the muted iridescence, of that warm, maternal, delicately gorgeous
world. It was mild to look upon as evening, warm like summer noon, gentle and
winning like early dawn. It was altogether pleasurable. He sighed."

from Perelandra by C.S. Lewis