Virgilian Simile

A dim path and lovely beneath night's shadow there issued,
trespassing on Death's yawning abode and fastnesses endless
—no more light than when moonbeams strike fitfully down wood-
paths, brief luminary, when Jupiter, ruling in heaven,
Clouds all, and black night steals earth's visage and colour outright.
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