The very bourgeoning and blossoming about him seemed to draw light from him, not give light.

"I brought the Kelpie's Pool back with me," he thought.

He shut his eyes, leaning his head against the stone, at last with a sideward movement burying it in his folded arms.

"More life--more! What was a great current goes sluggish and landbound.
Where again is the open sea--the more--the boundless?
Where again--where again ?" He sat for an hour by the wild, singing stream.

It drenched him, the loved place and the sweet season, with its thousand store of beauties.
Its infinite number of touches brought at last response.