A ring
That bound the Sky
And Earth
And made them one.
Faster and faster
Fell the snow
Forming a coverlet
For the bridal-bed of Earth.
Then solitude, peace
And quietude for months
Until the birth of Spring."
One night Scobee dreamed that he was a little boy again. He was romping about in a field with his mother. It was spring and the buds were bursting open with happiness. A sparrow sat upon a tree-branch and sang himself hoarse so great was his delight at the grandeur of the day.
Scobee seemed to be only five or six years old, a bit of a boy, not much bigger than a minute. His mother wore a dress of some soft lavender material. She was very lovely, he thought, just about the best mother ever. And
they were very happy. Across the meadow a
