Catteron's Branch came down through the shadows, Slipping craftily under the great logs, Foaming around the dark boulders, Shut from the silence by tall trees. Then, from the vibrant dimness, Shone a handful of light ... One white rhododendron ... Luminous-pale as any altar lamp. And, in the flower-lit glade, Time and I, for a long moment, Heard the feet of Eternity Treading, treading the waters. |