I sink in a sea of shadows.
(He faints.
The Standard Bearer: Reverently wipe the foam from his lips!
We must go and leave him alone! Let him repose in his place; Tête-d'or,
Who, never knowing human incertitude, held to his one inextinguishable desire, is now no more.
First Captain: The future is only a landscape reflected in the water, the past is of less account than a beechnut and the present is nothing at all.
The Master of the Cavalry: See, it is time for us to return, for yonder beyond the mountain,
Leaving a road piled high with sorrow, the sun is engulfed in mist!
It is the moment when in summer at the time when cherries are ripe and the air is filled with a universal song
And the children bathe above the mills and naked eat their lunches, while a blanched half-moon is suspended in the sky;