So they went over the Bridge into
the meadows, and eastward of the beaten path thereover.
The grass was growing thick and strong, and it was full of flowers,
as the cowslip and the oxlip, and the chequered daffodil, and the
wild tulip: the black-thorn was well-nigh done blooming, but the
hawthorn was in bud, and in some places growing white. It was a fair
morning, warm and cloudless, but the night had been misty, and the
haze still hung about the meadows of the Dale where they were
wettest, and the grass and its flowers were heavy with dew, so that
the Sun-beam went barefoot in the meadow. She had a dark cloak cast
over her kirtle, and had left her glittering gown behind her in the
House.
They went along hand in hand exceeding fain of each other, and the
sun rose as they went, and the long beams of gold shone through the
tops of the tall trees across the grass they trod, and a light wind
rose up in the north, as Face-of-god stayed a moment and turned
toward the Face of the Sun and prayed to Him, while the Sun-beam's
hand left the War-leader's hand and stole up to his golden locks and
lay amongst them.
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