The trees that fringed the shore on either hand murmured their sweet sylvan music in the night air; the
moonlight trembled softly on the rippling water.
A hundred yards away was a straight road, showing white in the
moonlight. Endeavoring to orient himself, as a surveyor or navigator might say, the man moved his eyes slowly along its visible length and at a distance of a quarter-mile to the south of his station saw, dim and gray in the haze, a group of horsemen riding to the north.
Through the foliage that roofed the little summer-house the
moonlight flickered to and fro, and fell silvery white on the dark floor, the table, and the circular bench, with a continual shift and play, according as the chinks and wayward crevices among the twigs admitted or shut out the glimmer.
Thus there is another gale in my memory, a thing of endless, deep, humming roar,
moonlight, and a spoken sentence.
This offered itself in the village of Ashtabula, in the northeastern part of the State, and there we all found ourselves one
moonlight night of early summer.
I looked out over the beautiful expanse, bathed in soft yellow
moonlight till it was almost as light as day.
In the sad
moonlight, she clasped him by the neck, and laid her face upon his breast.
It was bright
moonlight, and I felt just like getting up and going out to the orchard.
Meanwhile too I had made the acquaintance of the charming lady Obstacle,--as it proved so unfair to call her,--and by some process of natural magnetism we had immediately won each other's hearts, so that on the
moonlight night on which I took the river path with my brown-paper parcel there was no misgiving in my heart,--nothing but harping and singing, and blessings on the river that seemed all silver with the backs of magic trout.
Feasting and merry-making followed; then, as the evening waned, Fred and Diana drove away through the
moonlight to their new home, and Gilbert walked with Anne to Green Gables.
It was so light that he could see the
moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
The seats were full at dinner again, the domino parties were complete, and the life and bustle on the upper deck in the fine
moonlight at night was like old times--old times that had been gone weeks only, but yet they were weeks so crowded with incident, adventure and excitement, that they seemed almost like years.