The gulfs in which they floated were black blue with profundity.

There was no moon, but the night was yet so far from dark, that it seemed conscious throughout of some distant light that illumined it without shine.

And his heart felt like the night, as if it held a deeper life than he could ever know.

He wandered on till he came to the field where he had so lately been with his father.

He was not thinking; any effort would break the world-mirror in which he moved! For the moment he would be but a human plant, gathering comfort from the soft coolness and the dew, when the sun had ceased his demands.