Beneath the mist the snow-waters rushed down, the ice on the river cracked and moved, and the turbid, foaming torrents flowed quicker, till on the first Sunday after Easter toward evening the mists dissolved, the clouds broke into fleecy cloudlets and dispersed, the sky cleared, and real spring was there.
Nella nebbia si sciolsero le acque, crepitarono e si smossero i ghiacci, più rapidi corsero i torrenti torbidi e schiumosi, e proprio per la domenica in Albis, la sera si squarciò la nebbia, le nuvole corsero via a pecorelle, si rasserenò, e si schiuse la primavera.