Strength came to me, and I turned on the rest.

But one by one as they darted into the light, they dropped with a howl; and I saw or fancied a strange smile on the round face above me.
I climbed to the top of the ridge: far away shone the moon, sinking to a low horizon.

The air was pure and strong.

I descended a little way, found it warmer, and sat down to wait the dawn.
The moon went below, and the world again was dark..