It was there, but a sea mist hid it, and a tall thorn-hedge, and a web stretched across its idle gates.

It had hardly come, in this life, into Glenfernie's waking mind that it was there at all.
Now with a suddenness every door clanged open.

The mist parted, the thorn-wood sank, the web was torn.

The palace stood, shining like home, and it was he who was afar, in the mist and the wood, and the web of idleness and oblivion in shreds about him.

Set in the throne-room, upon the throne, he saw the queen.
His mood, that May day, had given the moment, and wide circumstance had met it.