The Temple of Vishnu lay bathed in vapory shading clouds, and the Shinumo Altar shone with rays of glory.
The beginning of the wondrous transformation, the dropping of the day's curtain, was for me a rare and perfect moment.

As the golden splendor of sunset sought out a peak or mesa or escarpment, I gave it a name to suit my fancy; and as flushing, fading, its glory changed, sometimes I rechristened it.

Jupiter's Chariot, brazen wheeled, stood ready to roll into the clouds.

Semiramis's Bed, all gold, shone from a tower of Babylon.

Castor and Pollux clasped hands over a Stygian river.