midday
I entered . I was blinded by a flood of blue moonlight . It poured in through four great windows , peaceful and diaphanous , a pale blue mist of moonlight , and turned the huge room into a kind of submarine cave , paved with moonbeams , full of shimmers , of pools of moonlight . It was as bright as at midday , but the brightness was cold , blue , vaporous , supernatural . The room was completely empty , like a great hayloft . Only , there hung from the ceiling the ropes which had once supported a chandelier ; and in a corner , among stacks of wood and heaps of Indian-corn , whence spread a sickly smell of damp and mildew , there stood a long , thin harpsichord , with spindle-legs , and its cover cracked from end to end . I felt , all of a sudden , very calm .