BOOK X. THE END OF THE TETHERThey sat still watching upon the hill-top, drinking in the scent of theclover.
“Ah, if only we might have come back here!” she sighed. “If only tee had never had to leave!”
“That way lies unhappiness” he said.
“Perhaps,” she answered; and then quoted—
‘Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt, andfind our tree-topp’d hill! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power?”
“I wonder,” said he, “if the poet put as much into these stanzas as we find in them!”
Section 1. Through the summer Corydon had been living week by week upon the hope that her husband would be able to send for her; all through the fall she had been dreaming of the arrangements they would make for the winter. But by now it had become clear that they would have to be separa
