The mist closed over him. Rock and hill were lost
In greyness once again.
II
MALESHERBES AND THE BLACK MILESTONES
Moments were years,
Till, at the quiet whisper of Shadow-of-a-Leaf,
Those veils withdrew, and showed another scene.
I saw two dusty travellers, blithely walking
With staffs and knapsacks, on a straight white road
Lined with tall sentinel poplars as to await