Over all the fields was a pale mist, waving and eddying in such impalpable air currents that it seemed to have a sentient life of its own.

These soft rises and lapses of the mist on the fields might seemingly have been due to the efforts of prostrate shadows to gather themselves into form.

Beyond the fields, against the hills and woods and clear horizon, pale fogs arose with motions as of arms and garments and streaming locks.

The blossoming trees stood out suddenly beside one with a white surprise rather felt than seen.

The young moon and the stars shone dimly with scattering rays, and the lights in the house windows were veiled.