There is another splash; the builders come out again; a dozen ripples are scattering star reflections all over the pool; while the little wood folk pause a moment to look at the new works curiously, then go their ways, shy, silent, industrious, through the wilderness night.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
Then, as the ripples cleared away, I saw what he meant.
"The Ghost Pirates"
William Hope Hodgson
It ripples on just thus, all the distance of the walk along the topmost down, in the evening sunlight, and then comes a pause to negotiate the descent to their handy little forest below.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan