The World of Romance | Page 3

dark brown hair and deep calm violet eyes. I had lived
with her all my life, lived with her almost alone latterly, for our father
and mother died when she was quite young, and I loved her very much,
though I was not thinking of her just then, as she stood beneath me
carving. Now the central porch was carved with a bas-relief of the Last
Judgment, and it was divided into three parts by horizontal bands of
deep flower-work. In the lowest division, just over the doors, was
carved The Rising of the Dead; above were angels blowing long
trumpets, and Michael the Archangel weighing the souls, and the
blessed led into heaven by angels, and the lost into hell by the devil;
and in the topmost division was the Judge of the world.
All the figures in the porch were finished except one, and I remember
when I woke that morning my exultation at the thought of my Church
being so nearly finished; I remember, too, how a kind of misgiving
mingled with the exultation, which, try all I could, I was unable to

shake off; I thought then it was a rebuke for my pride, well, perhaps it
was. The figure I had to carve was Abraham, sitting with a blossoming
tree on each side of him, holding in his two hands the corners of his
great robe, so that it made a mighty fold, wherein, with their hands
crossed over their breasts, were the souls of the faithful, of whom he
was called Father: I stood on the scaffolding for some time, while
Margaret's chisel worked on bravely down below. I took mine in my
hand, and stood so, listening to the noise of the masons inside, and two
monks of the Abbey came and stood below me, and a knight, holding
his little daughter by the hand, who every now and then looked up at
him, and asked him strange questions. I did not think of these long, but
began to think of Abraham, yet I could not think of him sitting there,
quiet and solemn, while the Judgment-Trumpet was being blown; I
rather thought of him as he looked when he chased those kings so far;
riding far ahead of any of his company, with his mail-hood off his head,
and lying in grim folds down his back, with the strong west wind
blowing his wild black hair far out behind him, with the wind rippling
the long scarlet pennon of his lance; riding there amid the rocks and the
sands alone; with the last gleam of the armour of the beaten kings
disappearing behind the winding of the pass; with his company a long,
long way behind, quite out of sight, though their trumpets sounded
faintly among the clefts of the rocks; and so I thought I saw him, till in
his fierce chase he lept, horse and man, into a deep river, quiet, swift,
and smooth; and there was something in the moving of the water-lilies
as the breast of the horse swept them aside, that suddenly took away the
thought of Abraham and brought a strange dream of lands I had never
seen; and the first was of a place where I was quite alone, standing by
the side of a river, and there was the sound of singing a very long way
off, but no living thing of any kind could be seen, and the land was
quite flat, quite without hills, and quite without trees too, and the river
wound very much, making all kinds of quaint curves, and on the side
where I stood there grew nothing but long grass, but on the other side
grew, quite on to the horizon, a great sea of red corn-poppies, only
paths of white lilies wound all among them, with here and there a great
golden sun-flower. So I looked down at the river by my feet, and saw
how blue it was, and how, as the stream went swiftly by, it swayed to
and fro the long green weeds, and I stood and looked at the river for

long, till at last I felt some one touch me on the shoulder, and, looking
round, I saw standing by me my friend Amyot, whom I love better than
any one else in the world, but I thought in my dream that I was
frightened when I saw him, for his face had changed so, it was so bright
and almost transparent, and his eyes gleamed and shone as I had never
seen them do before. Oh! he was so wondrously beautiful, so fearfully
beautiful! and as I looked at him the distant music swelled, and seemed
to come close up to me, and then swept by us, and fainted away, at last
died