Gabriele D’Annunzio 
The Flame [EPUB ebook] 

’Stelio, does not your heart quail a little, for the first time?’ inquired La Foscarina, with a fleeting smile, as she touched the hand of the taciturn friend seated beside her. ’I see that you are pale and thoughtful. Yet this is a beautiful evening for the triumph of a great poet.’
With an all-comprehensive glance, she looked around at all the beauty of this last twilight of September. In the dark wells of her eyes were reflected the circles of light made by the oar as it flashed in the water, which was illuminated by the glittering angels that shone from afar on the campaniles of San Marco and San Giorgio Maggiore.