The sun goes down, the silent growth of another sea, which the stormy ocean of the wind can not disturb - the sea of the darkness. First it begins to gather in the bottom of hollow places. Deep valleys, and all little pits on the hillsides, are wellsprings where it gathers, and whence it seems to overflow, till it buries the earth beneath its mass, and, rising high into the heavens, sweeps over the faces of the stars, washes the blinding day from them, and lets them shine, down through the waters of the dark.