“He looked at the daylight shadows of a yellow hue, dancing with the firelight shadows in blue on the whitewashed chimney corner, but there was nothing in shadows.”
“The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.”
“The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.”
“The shadows come to dance my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. The shadows come to stay my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord...”
“Poetry is a sound, asking the shadow to dance”
“Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.”