The glory of its livid light was so tremendous, that it appeared to fill the sky with quivering flames.

In a few minutes the cloud withers to a mesh of dim filaments and disappears, leaving the sky perfectly clear and bright, every dust-particle wiped and washed out of it.

It seemed to me that my head touched the skies, and that nothing was lacking to the culmination of my ecstatic bliss.

I have seen a western sky like it when there were storms about, and all the colors of the sky were heightened and darkened by angry influences.

During these blessed color-days no cloud darkens the sky, the winds are gentle, and the landscape rests, hushed everywhere, and indescribably impressive.

Lacking incentive to stir about, they came to spend most of their time lying on their backs watching the sky.

How beautifully the sun went down behind the hills, lighting up the western sky, and the fleecy clouds floating in the heavens with a blaze of glory, throwing a mantle of silver over the tall ranges and mountain peaks that loomed up in solemn grandeur away in the east; and how stilly, silently the stars came out from the depths above, and how brightly and truthfully they were given back from away down in depths beneath the placid waters.

The flashes, meanwhile, came faster and prolonged their glory, running behind a thin, dead screen of scalloped clouds, piercing the tropic sky with summer blue, and ripping out the lost horizon like a long black fibre from pulp.

One looks for these to begin again when once free of the rifted cañon walls; the high note of babble and laughter falls off to the steadier mellow tone of a stream that knows its purpose and reflects the sky.

The lateral quiver of the sun-stream, had grown so swift as to cause the dancing semi-circle of flame to merge into, and disappear in, a sheet of fire that covered half the Southern sky from East to West.

CHAPTER XV HOW BELTANE HAD WORD WITH PERTOLEPE THE RED, AND HOW THEY LEFT HIM IN THE FOREST "Since all men breathing 'neath the sky Good or evil, soon must die, Ho!

"As well try to reach the sky as reach the alder-bush.

Hawks and eagles mount the sky; Sturgeons in deep waters lie.

Far westward, on the line of blue That meets the pearly sky, There looms up large a stranger sail, A sail both broad and high; And as she near and nearer draws She hovers like a bird, And strains of music from her deck Upon the air are heard.

shout and rend the skies, Bold archers shout amain Belsaye, Belsayearise, arise! PentavalonBeltane!"

The members of the Royal Flying Corps were kept constantly on the alert; powerful searchlights swept the sky over London and the English coast every night and artillery was kept in readiness to repel an aerial invasion.

All round, the black tops of the pines cut the sky; the water was dark and sullen in the gloom.

Here it was very dark, the high sides with their gloomy trees showing at the top a thin line of reddening sky.

It was all a desolate, restless waste in the midst of which we tossed, while above hung masses of dark clouds obscuring the sky.

The moon was three-quarters full, and was just beginning to climb the sky.

Suddenly a stiff gale blew up from the southwest, and with it came clouds which quickly hid the entire sky.

So dark a mass of clouds had overspread the sky that it was almost night in the gallery, though four o'clock had scarcely struck.

All true words spread, as from the marsh's eye The crane's sonorous note ascends the sky.

Now, for that every stroke excels the more The higher at the forge it doth ascend, Her soul that fashioned mine hath sought the skies: Wherefore unfinished I must meet my end, If God, the great artificer, denies That aid which was unique on earth before.

I remember being out in the streets of Tiarno one evening with a stream of song issuing from almost every house, and looking up at the full moon riding high over the towering peaks that locked in our valley and all but shut out the night sky.