It is hard to die so far away from your own-" Here his eyes were dimmed as though with a mist, after which he continued thus: "But I already have become resigned to the idea-so let us speak about you, not about me.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
All along the valley, while I walk'd to-day, The two-and-thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed, Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead, And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree, The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty
The low bank of mist in the west occasionally brightened.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook