Evening upon the Marmora, with darkness hastening on. From out the luxury-- the comfort-- of a splendid British ship, I see the calm blue water shine like burnished steel. Before me lies Rodosto, half hidden by the curtains that old Mother Night is dr...
Evening upon the Marmora, with darkness hastening on. From out the luxury-- the comfort-- of a splendid British ship, I see the calm blue water shine like burnished steel. Before me lies Rodosto, half hidden by the curtains that old Mother Night is drawing close. Soon blackness will descend, and only little pricks of light will pierce the gloom-- these and the dull red glow of little fires upon the beach.