(A grove. JOYZELLE lies sleeping on a grassy bank, before a box hedge, cut into arches, in which lilies are flowering. It is night. A fountain ripples gently. The moon it shining.)
She sleeps . . . The breaths of the garden are hushed around her to listen to her breath; and the nightingale alone, deputed by the night which bathes her in silver, comes to soothe her slumbers . . . How beautiful and peaceful she is; and how pure she looks, a thousand times purer than the water that trickles yonder, flowing from the glaciers, in the snowy whiteness that sings under the pale leaves! . . . Her sweet hair lies spread like a flood of motionless light; and the moon cannot tell to whom belongs the gold that mingles with the azure in which its beams float . . . Her bright eyes are closed; and yet the light
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Publication information: Book title: Joyzelle. Contributors: Maurice Maeterlinck - Author. Publisher: Dodd, Mead and Company. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1907. Page number: 68.