For there the temples rise! they are, they nowise seem!
Earth is not all one lie, this truth attests me true!
Thanks therefore to Fifine! Elvire, I 'm back with you!
Share in the memories! Embark I trust we shall
Together some fine day, and so, for good and all,
Bid Pornic Town adieu,—then, just the strait to cross,
And we reach harbor, safe, in Iostephanos!
LXXXIV
How quickly night comes! Lo, already 't is the land
Turns sea-like; overcrept by gray, the plains expand,