In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 864 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 864 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

Again she moved slightly above him.  The twigs crackled, making an almost irritable music of dryness.  Again the lowing of cattle came over that old battlefield from the edge of the sea.  And just then, at that very moment, Dion knew that his great love could not stand still, that, like all great things, it must progress.  And the cry, that intense human cry, “Whither?” echoed in the deep places of his soul.  Whither were he and his great love going?  To what end were they journeying?  For a moment sadness invaded him, the sadness of one who thinks and is very ignorant.  Why cannot a man think deeply without thinking of an end?  “All things come to an end!” That cruel saying went through his mind like footsteps echoing on iron, and a sense of fear encompassed him.  There is something terrible in a great love, set in the little life of a man like a vast light in a tiny attic.

Did Rosamund ever have such thoughts?  Dion longed to ask her.  Was she sleeping perhaps now?  She was lying very still.  If they ever had a child its coming would mark a great step onwards along the road, the closing of a very beautiful chapter in their book of life.  It would be over, their loneliness in love, man and woman in solitude.  Even the sexual tie would be changed.  All the world would be changed.

He lay flat on the ground, stretched out, his elbows firmly planted, his chin in his palms, his face set towards the plain and the sea.

What he looked at seemed gently to chide him.  There were such a brightness and simplicity and such a delicious freedom from all complication in this Grecian landscape edged by the wide frankness of the sea that he felt reassured.  Edging the mound there were wild aloes and the wild oleander.  A river intersected the plain which in many places was tawny yellow.  Along the river bank grew tall reeds, sedges and rushes.  Beyond the plain, and beyond the blue waters, rose the Island of Euboea, and ranges of mountains, those mountains of Greece which are so characteristic in their unpretentious bareness, which neither overwhelm nor entice, but which are unfailingly delicate, unfailing beautiful, quietly, almost gently, noble.  In the distance, when he turned his head, Dion could see the little Albanian village of Marathon, a huddle of tiny houses far off under the hills.  He looked at it for a moment, then again looked out over the plain, rejoicing in its emptiness.  Along the sea edge the cattle were straying, but their movements were almost imperceptible.  Still they were living things and drew Dion’s eyes.  The life in them sent out its message to the life in him, and he earnestly watched them grazing.  Their vague and ruminating movements really emphasized the profound peace which lay around Rosamund and him.  To watch them thus was a savoring of peace.  For every contented animal is a bearer of peaceful tidings.  In the Garden of Eden with the Two there were happy animals.  And Dion recalled the great battle which

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