In the shadow it looked a gnome world--a gnome or a dragon world.

Then upon ledge or bank showed bells or disks or petaled suns of June flowers, rose and golden, white and azure, while overhead was heard the evening song of birds alike calm and merry, and through a cleft in the hills poured the ruddy, comfortable sun.
The walls declined in height, sloped farther back.

The path grew broader; the water no longer fell roaring, but ran sedately between pebbled beaches.

The scene grew wider, the mouth of the glen was reached.

He came out into a sunset world of dale and moor and mountain-heads afar.