text:  Every glade of grass burned like the golden floor of heaven opening in sudden gleams as the foliage broke and closed above it as sheet lightning opens in a cloud at sunset; the motionless masses of dark rock--dark though flushed with scarlet lichen--casting their quiet shadows across its restless radiance the fountain underneath them filling its marble hollow with blue mist and fitful sound and over all--the multitudinous bars of amber and rose the _sacred_ clouds that have no _darkness_ and only exist to illumine were seen in fathomless intervals between the solemn and _orbed_ repose of the stone pines passing to lose themselves in the last white blinding lustre of the measureless line where the Campagna melted into the blaze of the sea