Ere long, a wind from the west, from isles where palm-trees blossom above the purple foam, brings in its breath the odour of unknown flowers, to mingle with the balms of the garden and the sweet suspiration of the princess, who dreams, listening to the wind, that her lover, the captain of the emperor's most redoubtable trireme of war, sailing the sky-blue seas beyond the horizon and the sunset, has breathed in his heart a secret sigh. Bibliographic Citation Top of Page
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