Behind me was a rock on which a torrent of melted snow dashed its white foam, and there, diverted from its course, rushed with a mad leap and plunged headlong into the gulf that yawned beneath my window. "Amid such scenes I composed 'Réponds-moi la Marche des Gibaros, 'Polonia, 'Columbia, 'Pastorella e Cavalière, 'Jeunesse, and many other unpublished works.