According as thou dost wax and wane the eyes of cats and spots of panthers lengthen or grow short.
Wives shriek thy name in the pangs of childbirth! Thou makest the shells to swell, the wine to bubble, and the corpse to putrefy! Thou formest the pearls at the bottom of the sea! "And every germ, O goddess! ferments in the dark depths of thy moisture.
"When thou appearest, quietness is spread abroad upon the earth; the flowers close, the waves are soothed, wearied man stretches his breast toward thee, and the world with its oceans and mountains looks at itself in thy face as in a mirror.

Thou art white, gentle, luminous, immaculate, helping, purifying, serene!" The crescent of the moon was then over the mountain of the Hot Springs, in the hollow formed by its two summits, on the other side of the gulf.
Below it there was a little star, and all around it a pale circle.
Salammbo went on: "But thou art a terrible mistress!--Monsters, terrifying phantoms, and lying dreams come from thee; thine eyes devour the stones of buildings, and the apes are ever ill each time thou growest young again.
"Whither goest thou?
Why dost thou change thy forms continually?
Now, slender and curved thou glidest through space like a mastless galley; and then, amid the stars, thou art like a shepherd keeping his flock.
Shining and round, thou dost graze the mountain-tops like the wheel of a chariot.
"O Tanith! thou dost love me?
I have looked so much on thee! But no! thou sailest through thine azure, and I--I remain on the motionless earth.
"Taanach, take your nebal and play softly on the silver string, for my heart is sad!" The slave lifted a sort of harp of ebony wood, taller than herself, and triangular in shape like a delta; she fixed the point in a crystal globe, and with both hands began to play.
The sounds followed one another hurried and deep, like the buzzing of bees, and with increasing sonorousness floated away into the night with the complaining of the waves, and the rustling of the great trees on the summit of the Acropolis.
"Hush!" cried Salammbo.
"What ails you, mistress?
The blowing of the breeze, the passing of a cloud, everything disquiets you just now!" "I do not know," she said.
"You are wearied with too long prayers!" "Oh! Tanaach, I would fain be dissolved in them like a flower in wine!" "Perhaps it is the smoke of your perfumes ?" "No!" said Salammbo; "the spirit of the gods dwells in fragrant odours." Then the slave spoke to her of her father.

It was thought that he had gone towards the amber country, behind the pillars of Melkarth.

"But if he does not return," she said, "you must nevertheless, since it was his will, choose a husband among the sons of the Ancients, and then your grief will pass away in a man's arms." "Why ?" asked the young girl.

All those that she had seen had horrified her with their fallow-deer laughter and their coarse limbs.
"Sometimes, Tanaach, from the depths of my being there exhale as it were hot fumes heavier than the vapours from a volcano.