No insect hummed.

Not a living creature crossed my way.

Yet somehow the whole environment seemed only asleep, and to wear even in sleep an air of expectation.

The trees seemed all to have an expression of conscious mystery, as if they said to themselves, "we could, an' if we would." They had all a meaning look about them.

Then I remembered that night is the fairies' day, and the moon their sun; and I thought--Everything sleeps and dreams now: when the night comes, it will be different.