After that day clean April poured sunlight over the marshes. Flocks of
plover settled on the emerging pasture; and the sea, whose presence was
divined rather than seen over the edge of the fens, ceased to be a
threat, and became a promise, for the peculiar void of the sky above it,
where land stopped short, grew luminous with the transparency of
shower-washed spaces. The very roads, the very railway line with its
straight, shining metals, streamed away, avenues of promise and escape.
Like a great bowl opened to the gold-moted emptiness of heaven the
country lay, recipient of the benediction.
_January-September, 1920._
_A Selection from the Catalogue of_