Far off in the West the full moon was sinking, round and white.

The moon had sunk beneath the edge of the wall.

The larger moon, already sinking, touched them with cold fire.

It must have been a very long time, for the moon had sunk, and a bright morning was breaking when I came to myself.

Outside, the sky wheeled above us, and the full moon sank in the west.

The moon had moved across the sky to the southern edge of the horizon and was sinking from view.

They crawled into position just as the moon was sinking behind the scrub.

They remained there in his vision until the moon sank completely into the ocean.

The night wore on, and the joined moons sank into the sea.

Then, when the moon sank into the sea, that ship disappeared forever.