The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
Poured The light of the sun seems to be poured down, and to be poured, indeed, in every direction, but not poured away. Marcus Aurelius, Meditations Wasting light