Fairy

For Helen, in the virgin shadows and the impassive radiance in astral silence, ornamental saps conspired.

Summer's ardour was confided to silent birds and due indolence to a priceless mourning boat through gulfs of dead loves and fallen perfumes. -After the moment of the woods women's song to the rumble of the torrent in the ruin of the wood, of the tinkle of the cowbells to the echo of the vales, and the cries of the steppes.- For Helen's childhood, furs and shadows trembled, and the breast of the poor and the legends of heaven.

And her eyes and her dance superior even to the precious radiance, to cold influences, to the pleasure of the unique setting and the unique hour.