(Silence. The king makes a sign to the princess.
The Princess: Father, what is it you wish?
(He speaks to her.—She listens, her head bent.
The Fourth Watcher: O when will the sun come again!
Cébès: O when will the sun come again!
O the golden Marne,
Where the boatman half believes that he rows over hills and vineyards and houses whitewashed to the eaves, and gardens where the wash is hung out to dry!
Yet a few hours,
A few hours and the sun will thrust his splendor from out the Gloom!
O there were years before I had finished growing