"I thought it was daylight--long after sunrise. It looks dark. Is the moon now set?"
That moon, lately risen, was gazing full and mild upon her. Floating in deep blue space, it watched her unclouded.
"Then it is not morning? I am not at the cottage? Who is this? I see a shape at my bedside."

"I thought it was daylight - long after sunrise. It looks dark. Is the moon set?" The moon, lately risen, was gazing full and mild upon her.
"Then it is not morning? I am not at the cottage? Who is this at my bedside?"
