Another paragraphs from Tess.
From Phase the Fourth, 32
. .The meads were changing now; but it was still warm enough in early afternoons before milking to idle there awhile, and the state of dairy-work at this time of year allowed a spare hour for idling. Looking over the damp sod in the direction of the sun, a glistening ripple of gossamer webs was visible to their eyes under the luminary, like the track of moonlight on the sea. Gnats, knowing nothing of their brief glorification, wandered across the shimmer of this pathway, irradiated as if they bore fire within them, then passed out of its line, and were quite extinct. In the presence of these things he would remind her that the date was still the question.
A nice description of the countryside (please note that I think it a rather wonderful portrayal of Wessex, and that I'm being sarcastic in that comment); and almost certainly the only 'glorification' of gnats you will ever find.