THE GARDENS OF THE SEA 6 1 



marshes. Beauty still lingers and the 

 sea is murmuring of its gardens, and 

 with its siren voices greets the return- 

 ing gulls. 



Gliding through the night, torch in 

 hand, his eel spear poised, the boatman 

 calls, then listens. Answering from 

 upper air are whirling wings, and birds 

 of passage troop like untiring sentinels. 



