An hour too soon.
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Anah:
Lo! They have kindled all the west,
Like a returning sunset....
On Ararat’s late secret crest
A wild and many colored bow,
The remnant of their flashing path,
Now shines!...
At the sight of this many-colored vision of light, where both women are entirely filled with desire and expectation, Anah makes use of a simile full of presentiment, which suddenly allows us to look down once more into the dismal dark depths, out of which for a moment the terrible animal nature of the mild god of light emerges.