On the hill-top above me sat the rising moon; pale yet as a cloud, but brightening momentarily, she looked over Hay, which, half lost in trees, sent up a blue smoke from its few chimneys: it was yet a mile distant, but in the absolute hush I could hear plainly its thin murmurs of life.
La luna sorgeva sulla vetta di una collina, pallida ancora come una nube, ma divenendo di momento in momento più brillante. Ella dominava Hay, che, a metà nascosta fra gli alberi, mandava in aria il fumo azzurrognolo dei suoi camini.