 Between Hills mixed media on paper 46 cm x 20 cm reserved |
Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood.
Good things of Day begin to droop and drowse
While Night's black agents to their prey do rouse...
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day;
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Macbeth, Act III, Scene III