Too light even, for a blue phosphorescence, coming from the eastern horizon, begins to filter through the opacity of the colonnades on the right, outlines the monstrous shafts, and details them by vague glimmerings on their edges.

The full moon is risen, alas! and my hours of solitude are nearly over.
***** The moon! Suddenly the stones of the summit, the copings, the formidable friezes, are lighted by rays of clear light, and here and there, on the bas-reliefs encircling the pillars, appear luminous trails which reveal the gods and goddesses engraved in the stone.

They were watching in myriads around me, as I knew well,--coifed, all of them, in discs or great horns.

They stare at one another with their arms raised, spreading out their long fingers in an eager attempt at conversation.

They are numberless, these eternally gesticulating gods.