Various, The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No…
“ She flings the burning taper away from her.'Then take this kiss!''Senza moccoli!' black, witching eyes—farewell!'Boom!' rings out the closing bell; fast fades the light, 'Out with the tapers!' the shout swells up, up, up, then slowly dies, as die an organ's tones—and Carnival is ended.A handful of beautiful flowers, found among gray, crumbling ruins; a few notes of wild, stirring music, suddenly heard, then quickly dying away in the lone watches of the night: these are the hours of the Roman Carnival. ”
