"Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide."
I've read the first chapter three times so far simply because it is hard to digest and if you aren't careful it is really easy to skim over - and therefore not appreciate - some simply sublime poetic parts that pop up unannounced, interspersed among the longer, more nonsensical, prose.