The merciless tall cliff which all day long
Refused its wonted shadow to protect
My burning body from the dazzling sun,
Relents, and spreads its gentle shade around
To calm my reeling senses? Nay, for more
It seems to me like white o’ershadowing wings,
Circling above my head. Alas! so dim
My poor eyes are with tears, I cannot see
What this may be so near me; yet it seems
Like some young, gallant knight. Alack, good sir,