And now it is deluged with a nectarous flood--the young germs swamped--delicious poison cankering them: now I see myself stretched on an ottoman in the drawing-room at Vale Hall at my bride Rosamond Oliver's feet: she is talking to me with her sweet voice--gazing down on me with those eyes your skilful hand has copied so well--smiling at me with these coral lips.
Me veo a mí mismo sentado en una butaca en el salón de Pale Hall, con Rosamond a mis pies, hablándome con su dulce voz, sonriéndome con esos labios de coral que la diestra mano de usted ha copiado tan bien.