Aglitter

The grass must have been growing during the night, for it is tickling our bare ankles; and sure of all coolness, none so refreshing to the frame as that which follows one’s foot-prints on meadow aglitter with morning dews.

a light buggy, all aglitter from point to point of its natty furnishings, drew up at our gate

[…] by now his black eyes were aglitter with stars.

The blacksmith was long gone, his ironwork aglitter like a gate to heaven.