Then all the peaks of Gnossus kindled red
Beckoning afar unto the sinking sun,
He thro’ the vaporous west plunged to his bed,
Sunk, and the day was done.
But they, though he was fled,
Such light still held, as oft 220
Hanging in air aloft,
At eve from shadowed ship
The Egyptian sailor sees:
Or like the twofold tip