From up here, looking down through the silver-grey screen of the olives, one saw all the little bay lying, golden with the sunset, the sea stretching level and limpid, blue as evening, between jutting points, the fishing-city, pink and yellow and white, curving round it, set close on the still, clear, tideless edge, that was as a lake's margin, lifted by no ripple, but having for waves a soft soundless sway to and fro.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
He executed the most intricate passages, yet the wind in the room was soundless.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
The night swooped down, swift and soundless, and in the verandah of the bungalow known as The Nest a red lamp glowed with a steady beam across the darkness.
"The Lamp in the Desert"
Ethel M. Dell