The bridge is broken by the intervening night, and the rays are lost in the dark waters.
But whether this interpretation is too venturesome or not, we cannot deny the deep human interest in the story, and its poetic capacities.

The overmastering passion of love was evidently as present to the Indian mind as to that of the mediaeval Italian.

In New as well as in Old Spain it could break the barriers of rank and overcome the hesitations of maidenly modesty.

Love clouding the soul, as night obscures the day, is a figure of speech, used, I remember, by the most pathetic of Ireland's modern bards:-- "Love, the tyrant, evinces, Alas! an omnipotent might; He treads on the necks of princes, He darkens the mind, like night."[1] [Footnote 1: Clarence Mangan, _Poems_, "The Mariner's Bride."] I shall not detail the many other wiles with which Tezcatlipoca led the Toltecs to their destruction.

A mere reference to them must suffice.