Not far off a multi-coloured brother made almost as lovely a sight poised on a balustrade among clump of white Madonna lilies, the hundred eyes of his long tail shining like jewels in the sun, but try as we liked we could not induce! him to open his gorgeous fan for four delectation.
One end of the island is occupied with park-like spaces, whose retired sylvan glades make a pleasant r0- teat, and here the peacocks parate jin the sun.
Tt was good to sit by the crystal] lake and watch the distant panorama of shore and mountains beginning to fade in the evening light. Tio] waters turned to emerald, Dante's "Fresco sera do a Vera que floceo," and all the reflections lengthened themselves. in the! Timpid depths.
Behind lay the dark ridge of the! Mottarone—before us, lifted far] aloft, stood the giant peaks' still smitten by the sun, but the light} upon them faded to pallid rose land' purple, blue, then misty grey.
At darkening' we said good-by?' to our island-garden und sailed) away over the star-spangled lake, Jacross which soft peals of the JAnzelus floated in peaceful codons: [towards the cluster of lights on the far shore,
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