A strange darkness commences just at noon
and lasts (though seeming endless) just three hours,
revealing neither planet, star, nor moon;
obscuring the great sea; beyond the powers
of your soothsayers to explain away.
Then, as they stammered for something to say,
it seemed to vanish like a mist. The day---
with sunlight, sea breeze. sparkling waves---resumes.
Vipsania, in the ancestral tombs:
the old pain still can give your heart a jerk.
You wince, then limp back to your desk, to work.