Flooding the western sky br with a pool of blood, br like a highwayman br glaring at passersby, br to his own camp retreated br the Sun. br br Long after, br for an investigation on the spot br to twist day into night, br as in a black police-van, br stampeded br the evening. br br And as soon as light was switched on br from window, br jumped out br the darkness. br No sooner had I drawn the curtain aside br than, like a frightened deer, br embraced me suddenly br the wind.