"He seems to be a sensible man."
"Oh yes, certainly; but you can't mistrust your own eyes after all. And over on the other side, just as I said it would be, the dike is broken!"
I shrugged my shoulders: "We will have to take counsel with our pillows about that! Good night, dikegrave!"
He laughed. "Good night!"
The next morning, in the most golden of sunlights, which had risen on a wide devastation, I rode along the Hauke Haien Dike down to the town.
[TO A DECEASED][2]
But this is more than I can bear,
That still the laughing sun is bright,
As in the days when you were there,
That clocks are striking, unaware,
And mark the change of day and night—