One by one the lovers drifted off into the moonlight.

We sat quietly in the moonshine.

Beside her shadow, the moon outlined distinctly upon the turf another shadow, which was particularly startling and terrible, a shadow which had a round hat.

Terry said that, although he rarely took time to enjoy the moon himself, he liked knowing it was there.

They walked down the moonlit mountain road, hand in hand, and then he gently kissed her.