Charles Dickens Quote

The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton by Charles Dickens

The cold hoarfrost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of gems, among the stone carvings of the old church. The snow lay hard and crisp upon the ground; and spread over the thickly-strewn mounds of earth, so white and smooth a cover, that it seemed as if corpses lay there, hidden only by their winding sheets. ~ The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton