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Farther on, the brook, running out from the ravine, wound over

the plain, and became quiet, but one could see that it still

flowed, for along its moving, shimmering surface the quivering

moonlight twinkled. As the fair serpent of Zmudz called giwojtos,

though, lying amid the heather, it seems to slumber, still crawls

along, for by turns it shows silver and golden, until it suddenly

vanishes from the eye in the moss or ferns; so the brook wound

and hid among the alders, which showed black on the far horizon,

raising their light forms, indistinct to the eye, like spirits

half seen and half in mist.