Far up in the darkening blues a hawk circled.

The west was a thread of yellow flame; the moon rose over the hills in the east; Diana on the heels of Apollo! And the river! It was as though Nature had suddenly become lavish in her bounty and had sent a stream of melting silver trailing over all the land.

There is nothing more beautiful to see than placid water as it reflects a summer's twilight.
The blue Danube! Who has heard that magic name without the remembrance of a face close to your own, an arm, bare, white, dazzling, resting and gleaming like marble on your broadcloth sleeve, and above all, the dreamy, swinging strains of Strauss?
There was a face once which had rested near mine.

Heigho! I lingered with my cigar and watched the night reveal itself.

I lay at the foot of a tree, close to the water's edge, and surrendered to the dream-god.