of her
worshippers
in the
sacred
grove. The
temple of
the sylvan
goddess,
indeed,
has
vanished
and the
King of
the Wood
no longer
stands
sentinel
over the
Golden
Bough. But
Nemi's
woods are
still
green, and
as the
sunset
fades
above them
in the
west,
there
comes to
us, borne
on the
swell of
the wind,
the sound
of the
church
bells of
Aricia
ringing
the
Angelus.
Ave Maria!
Sweet and
solemn
they chime
out from
the
