Canto XLIX.AhalyáFreed. Then Ráma,following still his guide, Within the grove,with Lakshmaṇ,hied, Her vows a wondrous light had lent To that illustrious penitent. He saw the glorious lady,screened From eye of man,and God,and fiend, Like some bright portent which the care Of Brahmálaunches through the air, Designed by his illusive art To flash a moment and depart: Or like the flame that leaps on high To sink involved in smoke and die: Or like the full moon shining through The wintry mist,then lost to view: Or like the sun's reflection,cast Upon the flood,too bright to last: So was the glorious dame