The cascade resounds behind operetta huts. <br />Fireworks prolong, through the orchards <br />and avenues near the Meander,-- <br />the greens and reds of the setting sun. <br />Horace nymphs with First Empire headdresses,-- <br />Siberian rounds and Boucher's Chinese ladies.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-festival/
