Inertia gives place to motion, it spreads, accelerates and circulates.

The waves of the lake undulate and swell like a bosom touched by love.

The tears of the dew, motionless as those of tenderness, grow more and more perceptible, one after another they are seen glittering on the humid herbs, diamonds waiting for the sun to paint with rainbow-tints their vivid scintillations.

The gigantic fan of light in the East is ever opening larger and wider.

Spangles of silver, borders of scarlet, violet fringes, bars of gold, cover it with fantastic broidery.