Sicilia's heart, as beautiful and delicate as glass, had been shattered. Chanting, "Where are you, my dear?" as she wandered the graveyard, she was unaware her "dear" lay buried at her feet. Indeed, so disconcerted was Sicilia by her lover's death that she knew not her own location. Still refusing the reality of his death, she imagined she had heard his voice, leading her to his resting place.