The soft white clouds were like a mackerel's back, and every scale was rimmed with red gold.

The east was all a-throb.

The long bands of cloud were silver above and glowing gold below.
The sun rose in a silence that seemed to me wonderful.

If all the world had broken out into the song that filled my heart it would have seemed but right.

Every cloud in all the sky seemed to bow in homage before him.
I had seen many and many a sunrise, but never before one like this.