“Unfathomable sea whose waves are years.”
He answered an ordinary question by Aunt Rachel with:
“Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs.”
Tears stood in his eyes while he exclaimed:
“Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down
Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were,
Or they dead leaves.”
Like a somnambulist he paced along, chanting:
“Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood....”