"Darkly coloured, the steed cuts through the gloom of night with its blackness, between his eyes a blaze like the crescent moon."
- an Arabic poem by Antara ibn Shaddad (see Arberry, Arabic Poetry, p.35)
"Nimbly did Sleep slip down from the ethereal stars, cleaving the shadowy air and scattering the darkness.
- Vergil's Aeneid, Book 5 (ln. 838-39)













