Vanished.

Homer, Two Children in a Field, 1878


Do thou, if gratitude inspire thy breast,
Spurn the soft fetters of lethargic rest.
Awake, awake! and snatch the slumbering lyre,
Let this bright morn and Sandys the song inspire.

I looked obedience: the celestial Fair
Smiled like the morn, and vanished into air.

- William Wordsworth, from "Lines Written as a School Exercise"