But I must praise thy choice.

A real 'rosy-fingered Aurora.' And knowest thou what she reminded me of too ?--Spring! not our spring in Italy, where an apple-tree merely puts forth a blossom here and there, and olive groves grow gray, just as they were gray before, but the spring which I saw once in Helvetia,--young, fresh, bright green.

By that pale moon, I do not wonder at thee, Marcus; but know that thou art loving Diana, because Aulus and Pomponia are ready to tear thee to pieces, as the dogs once tore Actaeon." Vinicius was silent a time without raising his head; then he began to speak with a voice broken by passion,--"I desired her before, but now I desire her still more.

When I caught her arm, flame embraced me.

I must have her.