It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. A single faint light gleamed out from the hallway of the house. There was no sound abroad except the hooting of an old owl in the top of a water-oak, and the everlasting voice of the sea, that was not uplifted at that soft hour. It broke like a mournful lullaby upon the night. —The Awakening,
Kate Chopin

The mood of this passage is one of
loneliness.
terror.
restraint.
exhaustion.