36 HAUNT OF THE EVEJAR 

 surf crept up the sands, a silver glitter 

 danced and threw a million silver points 

 for the mind to dream upon as though 

 an Immortal had flung the Golden Fleece 

 for mortal eyes to see. Slowly the sun 

 sank seawards; the beams were dulled; 

 the ship became once more a drab wanderer 

 on its human mission; a wild mew came 

 down from heaven. With dark wings 

 motionless, a buzzard sailed circlewise, 

 although the hour of hunting was over. 

 Higher and higher the great bird soared, 

 controlling the winds of evening. In his 

 mastery of the air he joyed, as though 

 desiring to outsoar the stars that soon would 

 glimmer over a quiet world. Below on the 

 flats a flock of ring-plover ran to their 

 feeding; their nests were among the pebbles 

 and bleached seaweed near the dunes 

 of the Burrows. Although unseen, their 

 presence was known by the sweetness of 

 their call-notes. 



Like a cannon-ball heated to a crimson 



