text:  We remember that too; it was mouldering inch by inch into the canal and the bricks had fallen away from its shattered marble shafts and left them white and skeleton-like yet with their fretwork of cold flowers wreathed about them still untouched by time; and through the rents of the wall behind them there used to come long sunbeams gleamed by the weeds through which they pierced which flitted and fell one by one round those grey and quiet shafts catching here a leaf and there a leaf and gliding over the illumined edges and delicate fissures until they sank into the deep dark hollow between the marble blocks of the sunk foundation lighting every other moment one isolated emerald lamp on the crest of the intermittent waves when the wild sea-weeds and crimson lichens drifted and crawled with their thousand colours and fine branches over its decay and the black clogging accumulated limpets hung in ropy clusters from the dripping and tinkling stone