Humant l'acre parfum des Ears opened to the shores' grands bois odorants, harmonious tunes, Rasant les îlots verts et les Following in their dreams and dunes d'opale, voices mellow, De méandre en méandre, au fil To wander and wander in the l'onde pâle, thread of the pale billow, Suivre le cours des flots Past islands hushed and errants. . . . opalescent dunes.

He sees the vitreous depths invaded by piercing sunbeams that light up its mysterious forests of algae, its rock-headlands and silvery stretches of sand; he peers down into these "prairies pelagiennes" and beholds all their wondrous fauna the urchins, the crabs, the floating fishes and translucent medusae "semblables a des clochettes d'opale."

Around them the air seemed to break and divide into pulsations of melody as Cicely sang: "Diro che sei d'argente D'opale, d'ambra e d'or, Diro che incanti il vento, E che innamori i fior!"