34 HAUNT OF THE EVEJAR 



of gray-green water slid over the rocks 

 and into its hidden caverns. 



A small wind moved the heather, and 

 shook a dog-violet with its face turned to 

 the westering sun. It was the tail of the 

 sea-breeze. The air over the fields was 

 cold, and soon it would move down to the 

 sands to explore the darkling sea still warm 

 with the fervour of the sunbeams. A late 

 bee droned among the birds-foot trefoil 

 on the pathway, eager to gather more 

 honey for the winter. The yellow flowers 

 grew low down, and some were stained 

 with deep, tawny orange, as though Antares, 

 the dull red star of summer, had joined 

 its blessing of colour with the greatest gift 

 of beauty and life bestowed by the sun. 

 Near them grew the germander speedwell, 

 also lowly (for the salt winds that sweep 

 the hill care nothing for the humble things 

 of the earth) their sweet blue eyes turned 

 in wonder to the great flower of the sky. 

 A lark with crest upraised waited upon a 



