Par.

 1 3 | sinister of cemeteries, one in which one has no tomb.~
 2 16|     big boat, a twelve-footer, which I always took out at night,
 3 18| noticed taller groups of reeds which assumed strange shapes and
 4 23| enveloped in a thick white fog which lay close to the water,
 5 23|       from it towards the sky, which were formed by groups of
 6 23|   trying to climb into my boat which I could no longer distinguish,
 7 23|      full of strange creatures which were swimming all around
 8 23|     amid the grasses and reeds which I could not escape, my breath
 9 29|                        The fog which, two hours before, had floated
10 29|      six or seven metres high, which shone in the moonlight with
11 31|       boat, nor even my hands, which I held up close to my eyes.~