From the bank of the distant river, which was shimmering in the

moonlight, came the black shadow of the only cloud in heaven, driven

swiftly by the wind, and passing over meadow and hillock, vanishing

amid tufts of leafless trees, but reappearing on the hither side, until

it swept across our doorstep.

How cold an Arcadia was this!




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