One from a garden of stone arising, 10
From dwarf-halls, from weather and wisdom,
Where the heart and the mind ride unquestioned
In the untapped vein of the hand.
In his fathering arms, the spirit gathered.
UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT:
One from a haven of breezes descending,
Light in the handling air, 20
To the waving meadows, the kender's country,
Where the grain out of smallness arises itself
To grow green and golden and green again.
The next from the plains, the long land's keeping,
Nurtured in distance, horizons of nothing.
Bearing a staff she came, and a burden 30
Of mercy and light converged in her hand:
Bearing the wounds of the world, she came.
UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT: