"One feeble moon-ray struggled through the foliage of a tall pine-tree, and, reaching down the wide smoke-hole overhead, searched the ashes on the hearthstone with a pallid finger."
"Like the pool when but the moon-ray strikes to its depth;"
"On the road from her house, I had sung it -- coming home in the night from her house -- when, in that great happiness which a man knows but once, I had leaped in the softness of the night, my heart traveling up the moon-ray in the driven flame of her kiss."