But let the sun shine! Wherefore repine?
—With thee to lead me, O Day of mine,
Down the grass path gray with dew,
Under the pine-wood, blind with boughs,
Where the swallow never flew
Nor yet cicala dared carouse—
No, dared carouse! [She enters the street.
I. MORNING
Up the Hillside, inside the Shrub-house. Luca's Wife Ottima, and her Paramour, the German Sebald.