Itisspring—timeinVenice。Theoldbalconiesaregaywithflowers；
thenightingalesstopsingingtolistentotheserenades。
Therearesongstobeheardateverystreetcorner，musicinthewakeofeverygondola。Therearesweetperfumesandlove—sighsintheair。
ThedelightsoftheVenetiannightshadneverbeendescribedlikethis。
Theharmonyof\"thethreeelements，water，skyandmarble，\"