Book XII, 127

I saw Alexis walking in the road at noon-tide, at the season when the summer was just being shorn of the tresses of her fruits ; and double rays burnt me, the rays of love from the boy’s eyes and others from the sun. The sun’s night laid to rest again, but love’s were kindled more in my dreams by the phantom of beauty. So night, who releases others from toil, brought pain to me, imaging in my soul a loveliness which is living fire.