But soon ’mong roseate tints more sombre thought
Unto youth’s bubbling spring dark ripples brought.
An aged man, divine love in his face,
Led Princess Móo within a sacred place
And there relating many a tale of old,
Of years to come would something too unfold.
Faint echos even now reverberate
What he then told about the awful fate
Of Mu, imperial mistress of the seas,
Renowned for power and wealth thro’ centuries.