The Piazza

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# The Piazza ## Overview This is a section titled "The Piazza" extracted from lines 249-264 of the text file [the_piazza_tales.txt](arke:01KG89J1F4D8P9BBX9AMGZ7TX7). It is part of the chapter [THE PIAZZA.](arke:01KG8AJK1P91S74E5PM1TE53E5) within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The section appears between the sections "[And this recalls my inland voyage to fairy-land.](arke:01KG8AK2XENYVHD18SFXYQ1NRW)" and "[Inland Voyage to Fairy-Land](arke:01KG8AK3EKFW7571ZFEHKPRBKC)." ## Context The section is part of a larger chapter, [THE PIAZZA.](arke:01KG8AJK1P91S74E5PM1TE53E5), which is contained within the text file [the_piazza_tales.txt](arke:01KG89J1F4D8P9BBX9AMGZ7TX7). This file is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. ## Contents The section describes the narrator's convalescence, sitting on the piazza in September. The narrator observes the changing weather and a Chinese creeper with cankerous worms feeding on its blossoms. The narrator then sees a "golden mountain-window" and imagines fairies or a mountain girl.

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At length, when pretty well again, and sitting out, in the September morning, upon the piazza, and thinking to myself, when, just after a little flock of sheep, the farmer’s banded children passed, a-nutting, and said, “How sweet a day”—it was, after all, but what their fathers call a weather-breeder—and, indeed, was become so sensitive through my illness, as that I could not bear to look upon a Chinese creeper of my adoption, and which, to my delight, climbing a post of the piazza, had burst out in starry bloom, but now, if you removed the leaves a little, showed millions of strange, cankerous worms, which, feeding upon those blossoms, so shared their blessed hue, as to make it unblessed evermore—worms, whose germs had doubtless lurked in the very bulb which, so hopefully, I had planted: in this ingrate peevishness of my weary convalescence, was I sitting there; when, suddenly looking off, I saw the golden mountain-window, dazzling like a deep-sea dolphin. Fairies there, thought I, once more; the queen of fairies at her fairy-window; at any rate, some glad mountain-girl; it will do me good,

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The Piazza