The far-off sound continued quivering as an accompaniment of wind, of a black wind which blew, and overpowered the music of the sea. Sometimes it went a little higher, sometimes a little lower, and always remained the vague and distant incomprehensible harmony.
From where the wind came, from where the plaintive murmuring arose, thither would Psyche go. And with her foot she kept feeling, and with her outstretched hands, and on she went. . . .
Long, long she went in the darkness, till the darkness became less opaque and lit up with phosphoric flickerings; and she saw:
That she was ascending a path between two inky seas.
Black as ink were the waves.
Then she heard them roaring; then she saw their crests lit up with a blue phosphorescent glow.
Then she heard the soft, low sounds, the plaintive viols swell, till they became a dull, continuous soughing.
The black wind rose as with a gigantic sail, and suddenly blew the hurricane.
