It was not yet eight o'clock when he reached the top of the nearest tor.

And there, below him, around, and above, was a land and sky transcending even his exaltation.

It was like a symphony of great music; or the nobility of a stupendous mind laid bare; it was God up there, in His many moods.
Serenity was spread in the middle heavens, blue, illimitable, and along to the East, three huge clouds, like thoughts brooding over the destinies below, moved slowly toward the sea, so that great shadows filled the valleys.

And the land that lay under all the other sky was gleaming, and quivering with every colour, as it were, clothed with the divine smile.

The wind, from the North, whereon floated the white birds of the smaller clouds, had no voice, for it was above barriers, utterly free.