In the morning the hermit set two bowls
of milk with bread on the table,
and Ewan sat where the murmuring
of the stream outside came in at the window,
and a soft air came with it, and made his world anew.
Ewan ate with few words for his tomorrow had come
and still he knew not whether to stay or go…
He looked at the hermit as he thought,
and the hermit looked back and nodded,
as if he had heard all he was thinking.
At one time there was a voice which said simply,
‘For delight men stay but for desire they go on.’
An again the hermit nodded, though he had spoken no words.