He took up the veil, carried it with him to the appointed tree, and covered it with kisses and with tears. […] Spring stood with her head crowned with flowers, and Summer, with garment cast aside, and a garland formed of spears of ripened grain, and Autumn, with his feet stained with grape-juice, and icy Winter, with his hair stiffened with hoar frost. […] The old lady, with her apron on, with trembling hand set the table. […] Not with the accustomed features, not with the beauty that was his, but pale, naked, and with his hair wet with sea-water, he appeared to wretched me. […] Opposite was an elm entwined with a vine loaded with swelling grapes.