Willows by the water glittered, rustling in the blowing breeze.

Mirrored in the limpid distance, silver gilt between the trees, bands of amber streaked the surface, gently rent the shroud of night, freed the sovereignty of darkness, put the dying clouds to flight.

For Willoughby, it was the silent time.

Profiled at the misty margin, contemplating whence she came, bent a water nymph in study, rapt and tranquil, lovely, lonely; a film veiled her slender limbs, limned softly by the sun's first flame.

Head lifted, she began to straighten, circling arms began to...

Willows by the water glittered, rustling in the blowing breeze.

Mirrored in the limpid distance, silver gilt between the trees, bands of amber streaked the surface, gently rent the shroud of night, freed the sovereignty of darkness, put the dying clouds to flight.

For Willoughby, it was the silent time.

Profiled at the misty margin, contemplating whence she came, bent a water nymph in study, rapt and tranquil, lovely, lonely; a film veiled her slender limbs, limned softly by the sun's first flame.

Head lifted, she began to straighten, circling arms began to...