Directly in front of the building
extended a lawn, with beds of flowers, on which the moonlight poured a
sort of filmy glimmering mist, which gave the green grass and the
bright hues of the flower-beds a light, silvery veil. Beyond the lawn,
on all sides, towered the trees of the park, intersected by broad
paths, through which the moonbeams flowed like a gleaming white stream
between steep black banks. At the end of the central avenue appeared
the Main, flowing in a broad, calm stream, with here and there a noisy,
troubled spot in the midst of its peacefully-gliding waves, where a
rock or a sand-bar interrupted the mirror-like expanse, and caused a
rushing, foam-sprinkled whirlpool. Beyond the river, amid the light,
floating night-mists, were dimly seen the houses of a little village,
on whose window-panes a moonbeam often flashed, and at the left of the
park rose the indistinct mass of the city of Marktbreit, whose steep,
narrow streets were filled with shadows, while above the steeples and
higher roofs the moon-rays rippled, bringing them out in bright relief
against the dark picture.
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