The breeze was from the west: it came over the hills, sweet with scents of heath and rush; the sky was of stainless blue; the stream descending the ravine, swelled with past spring rains, poured along plentiful and clear, catching golden gleams from the sun, and sapphire tints from the firmament.
El cielo era de un inmaculado azul. El río, lleno por las lluvias de primavera, fluía, sereno, en el fondo del valle, reflejando los dorados rayos del sol y los tonos de zafiro del firmamento.