Chapter 16 No.16

Then fancies grew rife

Which had come long ago on the pasture, when round me the sheep

Fed in silence-above, the one eagle wheeled slow as in sleep;

And I lay in my hollow and mused on the world that might lie

'Neath his ken, though I saw but the strip 'twixt the hill and the sky;140

And I laughed-"Since my days are ordained to be pa