Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not follow? Rosy or fiery, she mounted now above a not distant bank; even while we watched her flushed ascent, she cleared to gold, and in a very brief space, floated up stainless into a now calm sky.
Life and Works of the Sisters Bronte (Volume 3), Villette La Terrasse (p. 214)