For riches I care not, and of her kindred I have no care.
All I know is that just to sit by her will be bliss, just to touch her bliss, just to hear her speak bliss beyond all mortal telling." Thereat the Sweetness of the Strength of the Oak smiled upon me and said,-- "Follow yonder green path till it leads you into a little grassy glade, where is a crystal well and a hut of woven boughs hard by, and you shall see her whom you seek." And as she spoke she faded suddenly, and the side of the oak was once more as the solid rock.

With hot heart I took the green winding path, and presently came the little grassy glade, and the bubbling crystal well, and the hut of wattled boughs, and, looking through the open door of the hut, I saw a lovely girl lying asleep in her golden hair.

She smiled sweetly in her sleep, and stretched out her arms softly, as though to enfold the dear head of her lover.

And, ere I knew, I was bending over her, and as her sweet breath came and went I whispered: "Grace o' God, I am here.

I have sought you through the world, and found you at last.