I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.
Io non potrei dire quale sentimento animasse il tranquillo e solitario cimitero, con le sue lapidi, le sue cancellate, i due alberi e l'orizzonte limitato dal muro rotto e la luna crescente che indicava l'ora della sera.