‘Already there are fine days and dust,

Already a blazing, azure sky,

The walls are on fire, the evenings lengthening,

And the green going; little by little

A reddish reflection decorates

The towering trees with their black branches.

This fine weather weighs me down and wearies me.

It is only after rainy days

That spring should surge up,

A picture going green and rose-colored,

Brought out like a new nymph

Who steps from the water, smiling.’

G. de Nerval