Bathed his golden vans in the liquid light of the moonbeams.
All was silent, all was still; even on the river the moonbeams slept as on a pool.
From without the moonbeams flooded it, from within came no pinpoint of light.
But as he lay there he saw the moonbeams shining into his cave.
And how the moonbeams pour their silvery light down on the sleeping earth!
No one ...