CHAPTER XIX.
“The sun had set in rich magnificence:
The west was a region of golden light,
Inscrutable in lustre, involving
The imagination in its ocean
Of effulgence: while from its distant shores
Of miraculous brightness, came floating,
On mid air, light fleeces of gold. Slowly
The silent moments stole a chill o’er this
Enchantment, the bright wand’rers disappeared;