The beachscape is too many beautiful things.The pretty cocos blew by sea breeze likeyoung girls standing and dancing gracefully.The flowers are abloom in a variety of colour.
Then Bacchus and Silenus and the Maenads began a dance, far wilder than the dance of the trees; not merely a dance for fun and beauty (though it was that too) but a magic dance of plenty.
The chandelier was lit and couples were circling all around them, some in costume and some not, to the smooth sounds of some postwar band — but which war?