I saw the calm light of the red sun
clouded, and its pleasant face disappear in a moment,
and the sky all around obscured
by a most horrible darkness.
The stormy south wind rears angrily,
its fury rises, the storm increases,
and on the shoulders of Atlas
tall Olympus shakes, thundering in alarm;
much later I saw the black veil break,
dissolving into water, and the clear day
happily restored to its original brightness,
and I looked on the sky lovely with a new splendor,
and I said:
"Who knows if a similar change is not in store
for my fortunes?"
(Date unavailable--late 16th or early 17th century)