Stowe notes, letters and verses . g-hungwater, following each faintly delineated ripple furtherout and out, until suddenly, the sight becoming confused,the distance is lost and the white wall closes in upon is in some aspects terrible, to-day mysterious. Hollowvoices and strange palpitations—a confusion of noisesbehind this dispersed and impenetrable veil. To-night is the night of the full moon, which silversthe further side of the Sound and lies sparkling amongthe waves below my window. The lapping water makesa continuous accompaniment to terrestrial sounds. Thecrickets are shrill. A b
Stowe notes, letters and verses . g-hungwater, following each faintly delineated ripple furtherout and out, until suddenly, the sight becoming confused,the distance is lost and the white wall closes in upon is in some aspects terrible, to-day mysterious. Hollowvoices and strange palpitations—a confusion of noisesbehind this dispersed and impenetrable veil. To-night is the night of the full moon, which silversthe further side of the Sound and lies sparkling amongthe waves below my window. The lapping water makesa continuous accompaniment to terrestrial sounds. Thecrickets are shrill. A bat fluttered under the piazza to-night. The twittering of flying swallows; grackles onthe shore at low tide. Morning, It is very light, although the sun isnot yet risen above the haze that clothes the horizon—apurple mist that gives the water infinite width and mys-tery. The throbbing of a steamer comes loud over theglassy Sound. It is low tide, and the brown seaweed-hung rocks are singularly dark against the pale water. jfeTf. >^
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