A LONELY WANDERER 187 
crowds down and every moving object passes quickly 
from view* A few steady strokes and the lonely 
wanderer was lost in the low, moving clouds* He 
may have been tempted by the brightness of the 
moonlight to cross the city, where feeble lights 
reached helplessly upward in the great glow* Such 
an apparition tempts a long vigil, but the bright and 
steady effulgence that passed the zenith and followed 
the lead of Mars and Saturn toward the west was 
not again animated by a passing migrant* 
