…When Ewan looked at the hermit’s face
he could hardly see it for the twilight
was covering him little by little…
Only, his two eyes stood out clearer in the fading light,
and Ewan’s heart lay open to them like water to stars.
‘The words I told him not,’ thought Ewan,
‘He has gleaned them with those eyes!’
Then the hermit stood up and went out.
When he returned he had brought heather and fern
and he made up a bed for Ewan beyond his own.
They slept as darkness descended.