小说园

第88部分（第3页）

And　then　suddenly　she　started　back；　running　swiftly。　He　was

there；　beside　her；　but　only　on　sufferance。　He　was　a　screen　for

her　fears。　He　served　her。　She　took　him；　she　clasped　him；

clenched　him　close；　but　her　eyes　were　open　looking　at　the　stars；

it　was　as　if　the　stars　were　lying　with　her　and　entering　the

unfathomable　darkness　of　her　womb；　fathoming　her　at　last。　It　was

not　him。

The　dawn　came。　They　stood　together　on　a　high　place；　an

earthwork　of　the　stone…age　men；　watching　for　the　light。　It　came

over　the　land。　But　the　land　was　dark。　She　watched　a　pale　rim　on

the　sky；　away　against　the　darkened　land。　The　darkness　became

bluer。　A　little　wind　was　running　in　from　the　sea　behind。　It

seemed　to　be　running　to　the　pale　rift　of　the　dawn。　And　she　and

he　darkly；　on　an　outpost　of　the　darkness；　stood　watching　for　the

dawn。

The　light　grew　stronger；　gushing　up　against　the　dark　sapphire

of　the　transparent　night。　The　light　grew　stronger；　whiter；　then

over　it　hovered　a　flush　of　rose。　A　flush　of　rose；　and　then

yellow；　pale；　new…created　yellow；　the　whole　quivering　and

poising　momentarily　over　the　fountain　on　the　skys　rim。

The　rose　hovered　and　quivered；　burned；　fused　to　flame；　to　a

transient　red；　while　the　yellow　urged　out　in　great　waves；　thrown

from　the　ever…increasing　fountain；　great　waves　of　yellow

flinging　into　the　sky；　scattering　its　spray　over　the　darkness；

which　became　bluer　and　bluer；　paler；　till　soon　it　would　itself

be　a　radiance；　which　had　been　darkness。

The　sun　was　ing。　There　was　a　quivering；　a　powerful

terrifying　swim　of　molten　light。　Then　the　molten　source　itself

surged　forth；　revealing　itself。　The　sun　was　in　the　sky；　too

powerful　to　look　at。

And　the　ground　beneath　lay　so　still；　so　peaceful。　Only　now

and　again　a　cock　crew。　Otherwise；　from　the　distant　yellow　hills

to　the　pine　trees　at　the　foot　of　the　downs；　everything　was　newly

washed　into　being；　in　a　flood　of　new；　golden　creation。

It　was　so　unutterably　still　and　perfect　with　promise；　the