As she looked, a great hand seemed to come out of the sea and beckon to her.

The summons was one she dare not disobey.

She left her bed, crept downstairs in the darkness, out to the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

The face of the Moon Rock was watching her intently.

She thought it called her name.
Ah, what was that cry?
She came to her senses, startled, and looked fearfully round her.