On towards the sunset we inclined our feet;
When on my brows I felt a load of light,
Greater in splendor than before had been,
And o’er my sense, as ’twere from things unknown,
A stupor stole; and of my palms a screen
I made against the excess of light that shone.
As when from water or a mirror’s face
The ray leaps upward to the opponent side,
Mounting in like mode as through equal space
The ray descendeth, and with line as wide