"It is spring, moonless night in the small town."
"...the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea."
"And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now."
"From where you are, you can hear their dreams."
"Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glowworms down the ailses of the organplaying wood."
"Time passes. Listen. Time passes."