The following poem by Alice Elliot appears full-page opposite this photograph by Nichol Elliot:

September Morning Mists, Königssee

MYSTERIOUS mistiness of autumn morn,
Shot through with sleepy sunshine ⎯errant beam
From old enchantment’s golden-hearted dream ⎯
Fair changeling pow’r of air and water born,
How magical thy veils of wonder, worn
Now bridal, now enshrouding, as beseem
A spirit, crowned high queen ‘twixt water’s gleam
And bannered cloud on many a mountain horn.

Out of thy mystery’s heart some bird may rise,
Some bark shoot swiftly forth like living thing,
And all the mirrored crags environing
Steal through it into shape before our eyes, ⎯
As grow on us our glories or our fears
Out of God’s tender veil of hours and years.