This landscape has the beauty of an antique medal and of a precious painting.

It is a perfect and measured work of art.

And here is another thing that I do not know how to say, that I can not even understand, but which is a real thing.

In this country I feel--and you will feel as I do, darling--half alive and half dead; in a condition which is sad, noble, and very sweet.

Look, look again; you will realize the melancholy of those hills that surround Florence, and see a delicious sadness ascend from the land of the dead." The sun was low over the horizon.