Chapter XV

Above the strong illumin'd skies,
The clouds in shining volumes, roll'd
Their fleecy skirts bedeckt with gold,
Half-dazzle the spectator's eyes---
And does the real solar light
Flash at present on the sight? 150
Or, does the pencil'd radiance only flow,
And flowing with such fervour beat
That e'en with all the dog-days heat
The sultry painting now appears to glow?