That fair face can make even dark Hades light and beautiful.” […] ye have called me long; I come o’er the mountains, with light and song. […] Then with a light heart, he started forth on his own wanderings. […] A light wind was blowing, and the sails of the boat that had carried Theseus from Athens flapped to and fro in the breeze. […] He had not gone far, when he noticed a golden light among the forest trees, and he knew that he must be near the treasure he was seeking.