Quotes About Unsoiled

What was it about a season's first snowfall, Mariam wondered, that was so entrancing? Was it the chance to see something as yet unsoiled, untrodden? To catch the fleeting grace of a new season, a lovely beginning, before it was trampled and corrupted?

Unspotted from the world.

Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.