Around their heads celestial clouds arise,
Which rather brighten than conceal the skies;
Compared with day they seem’d divinely fair,
And scatter’d odours through the balmy air;
Form’d of materials most serenely bright,
They shone a tissue of unsullied light.
The three apostles, as the clouds prevail,
Felt all their spirits and their muscles fail;
Their loins relax, their knees no strength impart,
And fear and trembling seize on every heart.