It was. Half heaven was pure and stainless: the clouds, now trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing off eastward in long, silvered columns. The moon shone peacefully.
Diceva il vero; la metà del cielo era sereno, soffiava il vento d'occidente e le nubi fuggivano verso oriente in lunghe colonne argentee; la luna splendeva tranquilla.