That word
Is sure. If the earth
Were only a quicksand, I would not be deceived.
Voice: Do you hesitate, now?
Tête-d'or (he shakes and spreads out his hair)
—By this hair,
Splendid, saturate with Aurora, fleece imbrued with the blood of the Mother, token of freedom,
Golden veil that I raise with my hands!
I will dare! I will turn my steps to a place where never a leaf nor tinkling spring
Imparts its counsel of peace.