After supper, silent and thoughtful, seated about the Master on the
terrace of the inn, we gave ourselves up to the grave and restful
influences of the night, so quickly fallen between those high mountains
which enclosed us. The lake was invisible save for a few faint
reflections.
But now a soft radiance stole over the sky. Little by little the
outlines of the mountains stood out, very sombre against the lighter
background; and, gradually, the magnificent spectacle of a rising moon
unrolled before our eyes.
The diffused light increased and concentrated, surging higher and
higher; the prelude to Lohengrin sang itself in our hearts, and when,
at last, the full moon emerged, lifted above the highest summit, it was
for us the Grail shining upon the altar, before the Master of the Grail.