I have just come in from the terrace.

The moon is full over the sea, which is glittering as if it was molten gold.
The rocks and promontories stand out dear and ghost-like.

There is not a breath to rustle the leaves or to stir the painted wash upon the shore.

Men and men's doings, and their speeches and idle excitement, seem all poor, transient, and contemptible.

Sea and rocks and moonlight looked just as they look to-night before Adam sinned in Paradise.