The magnificent promise of spring was broken before the May-blossom was fully2 out. All through the beloved month the wind rushed in upon us from the north and north-east, bringing the rain fierce and heavy. The tender-budded trees shuddered3 and moaned; when the wind was dry, the young leaves flapped limp. The grass and corn grew lush, but the light of the dandelions was quite extinguished, and it seemed that only a long time back had we made merry before the broad glare of these flowers. The bluebells4 lingered and lingered; they fringed the fields for weeks like purple fringe of mourning. The pink campions came out only to hang heavy with rain; hawthorn5 buds remained tight and hard as pearls, shrinking into the brilliant green foliage6; the forget-me-nots, the poor pleiades of the wood, were ragged7 weeds. Often at the end of the day the sky opened, and stately clouds hung over the horizon infinitely8 far away, glowing, through the yellow distance, with an amber9 lustre10. They never came any nearer, always they remained far off, looking calmly and majestically11 over the shivering earth, then saddened, fearing their radiance might be dimmed, they drew away, and sank out of sight. Sometimes, towards sunset, a great shield stretched dark from the west to the zenith, tangling12 the light along its edges. As the canopy13 rose higher, it broke, dispersed14, and the sky was primrose15 coloured, high and pale above the crystal moon. Then the cattle crouched16 among the gorse, distressed17 by the cold, while the long-billed snipe flickered18 round high overhead, round and round in great circles, seeming to carry a serpent from its throat, and crying a tragedy, more painful than the poignant19 lamentations and protests of the peewits. Following these evenings came mornings cold and grey.
Such a morning I went up to George, on the top fallow. His father was out with the milk—he was alone; as I came up the hill I could see him standing20 in the cart, scattering21 manure22 over the bare red fields; I could hear his voice calling now and then to the mare23, and the creak and clank of the cart as it moved on. Starlings and smart wagtails were running briskly over the clods, and many little birds flashed, fluttered, hopped25 here and there. The lapwings wheeled and cried as ever between the low clouds and the earth, and some ran beautifully among the furrows26, too graceful28 and glistening29 for the rough field.
I took a fork and scattered30 the manure along the hollows, and thus we worked, with a wide field between us, yet very near in the sense of intimacy31. I watched him through the wheeling peewits, as the low clouds went stealthily overhead. Beneath us, the spires32 of the poplars in the spinney were warm gold, as if the blood shone through. Further gleamed the grey water, and below it the red roofs. Nethermere was half hidden and far away. There was nothing in this grey, lonely world but the peewits swinging and crying, and George swinging silently at his work. The movement of active life held all my attention, and when I looked up, it was to see the motion of his limbs and his head, the rise and fall of his rhythmic33 body, and the rise and fall of the slow waving peewits. After a while, when the cart was empty, he took a fork and came towards me, working at my task.
It began to rain, so he brought a sack from the cart, and we crushed ourselves under the thick hedge. We sat close together and watched the rain fall like a grey striped curtain before us, hiding the valley; we watched it trickle34 in dark streams off the mare's back, as she stood dejectedly; we listened to the swish of the drops falling all about; we felt the chill of the rain, and drew ourselves together in silence. He smoked his pipe, and I lit a cigarette. The rain continued; all the little pebbles35 and the red earth glistened36 in the grey gloom. We sat together, speaking occasionally. It was at these times we formed the almost passionate37 attachment38 which later years slowly wore away.
When the rain was over, we filled our buckets with potatoes, and went along the wet furrows, sticking the spritted tubers in the cold ground. Being sandy, the field dried quickly. About twelve o'clock, when nearly all the potatoes were set, he left me, and fetching up Bob from the far hedge-side, harnessed the mare and him to the ridger, to cover the potatoes. The sharp light plough turned the soil in a fine furrow27 over the potatoes; hosts of little birds fluttered, settled, bounded off again after the plough. He called to the horses, and they came downhill, the white stars on the two brown noses nodding up and down, George striding firm and heavy behind. They came down upon me; at a call the horses turned, shifting awkwardly sideways; he flung himself against the plough, and leaning well in, brought it round with a sweep: a click, and they are off uphill again. There is a great rustle39 as the birds sweep round after him and follow up the new turned furrow. Untackling the horses when the rows were all covered, we tramped behind them down the wet hillside to dinner.
I kicked through the drenched40 grass, crushing the withered41 cowslips under my clogs42, avoiding the purple orchids43 that were stunted44 with harsh upbringing, but magnificent in their powerful colouring, crushing the pallid45 lady smocks, the washed-out wild gillivers. I became conscious of something near my feet, something little and dark, moving indefinitely. I had found again the larkie's nest. I perceived the yellow beaks47, the bulging48 eyelids49 of two tiny larks50, and the blue lines of their wing quills51. The indefinite movement was the swift rise and fall of the brown fledged backs, over which waved long strands52 of fine down. The two little specks53 of birds lay side by side, beak46 to beak, their tiny bodies rising and falling in quick unison54. I gently put down my fingers to touch them; they were warm; gratifying to find them warm, in the midst of so much cold and wet. I became curiously55 absorbed in them, as an eddy56 of wind stirred the strands of down. When one fledgling moved uneasily, shifting his soft ball, I was quite excited; but he nestled down again, with his head close to his brother's. In my heart of hearts, I longed for someone to nestle against, someone who would come between me and the coldness and wetness of the surroundings. I envied the two little miracles exposed to any tread, yet so serene57. It seemed as if I were always wandering, looking for something which they had found even before the light broke into their shell. I was cold; the lilacs in the Mill garden looked blue and perished. I ran with my heavy clogs and my heart heavy with vague longing59, down to the Mill, while the wind blanched60 the sycamores, and pushed the sullen61 pines rudely, for the pines were sulking because their million creamy sprites could not fly wet-winged. The horse-chestnuts bravely kept their white candles erect62 in the socket63 of every bough64, though no sun came to light them. Drearily65 a cold swan swept up the water, trailing its black feet, clacking its great hollow wings, rocking the frightened water hens, and insulting the staid black-necked geese. What did I want that I turned thus from one thing to another?
At the end of June the weather became fine again. Hay harvest was to begin as soon as it settled. There were only two fields to be mown this year, to provide just enough stuff to last until the spring. As my vacation had begun I decided67 I would help, and that we three, the father, George and I, would get in the hay without hired assistance.
I rose the first morning very early, before the sun was well up. The clear sound of challenging cocks could be heard along the valley. In the bottoms, over the water and over the lush wet grass, the night mist still stood white and substantial. As I passed along the edge of the meadow the cow-parsnip was as tall as I, frothing up to the top of the hedge, putting the faded hawthorn to a wan58 blush. Little, early birds—I had not heard the lark—fluttered in and out of the foamy68 meadow-sea, plunging69 under the surf of flowers washed high in one corner, swinging out again, dashing past the crimson70 sorrel cresset. Under the froth of flowers were the purple vetch-clumps, yellow milk vetches, and the scattered pink of the wood-betony, and the floating stars of marguerites. There was a weight of honeysuckle on the hedges, where pink roses were waking up for their broad-spread flight through the day.
Morning silvered the swaths of the far meadow, and swept in smooth, brilliant curves round the stones of the brook72; morning ran in my veins73; morning chased the silver, darting74 fish out of the depth, and I, who saw them, snapped my fingers at them, driving them back.
I heard Trip barking, so I ran towards the pond. The punt was at the island, where from behind the bushes I could hear George whistling. I called to him, and he came to the water's edge half dressed.
"Fetch a towel," he called, "and come on."
I was back in a few moments, and there stood my Charon fluttering in the cool air. One good push sent us to the islet I made haste to undress, for he was ready for the water, Trip dancing round, barking with excitement at his new appearance.
"He wonders what's happened to me," he said, laughing, pushing the dog playfully away with his bare foot. Trip bounded back, and came leaping up, licking him with little caressing75 licks. He began to play with the dog, and directly they were rolling on the fine turf, the laughing, expostulating, naked man, and the excited dog, who thrust his great head on to the man's face, licking, and, when flung away, rushed forward again, snapping playfully at the naked arms and breasts. At last George lay back, laughing and panting, holding Trip by the two fore1 feet which were planted on his breast, while the dog, also panting, reached forward his head for a flickering76 lick at the throat pressed back on the grass, and the mouth thrown back out of reach. When the man had thus lain still for a few moments, and the dog was just laying his head against his master's neck to rest too, I called, and George jumped up, and plunged78 into the pond with me, Trip after us.
The water was icily cold, and for a moment deprived me of my senses. When I began to swim, soon the water was buoyant, and I was sensible of nothing but the vigorous poetry of action. I saw George swimming on his back laughing at me, and in an instant I had flung myself like an impulse after him. The laughing face vanished as he swung over and fled, and I pursued the dark head and the ruddy neck. Trip, the wretch79, came paddling towards me, interrupting me; then all bewildered with excitement, he scudded80 to the bank. I chuckled81 to myself as I saw him run along, then plunge77 in and go plodding82 to George. I was gaining. He tried to drive off the dog, and I gained rapidly. As I came up to him and caught him, with my hand on his shoulder, there came a laughter from the bank. It was Emily.
I trod the water, and threw handfuls of spray at her. She laughed and blushed. Then Trip waded83 out to her and she fled swiftly from his shower-bath. George was floating just beside me, looking up and laughing.
We stood and looked at each other as we rubbed ourselves dry. He was well proportioned, and naturally of handsome physique, heavily limbed. He laughed at me, telling me I was like one of Aubrey Beardsley's long, lean ugly fellows. I referred him to many classic examples of slenderness, declaring myself more exquisite84 than his grossness, which amused him.
But I had to give in, and bow to him, and he took on an indulgent, gentle manner. I laughed and submitted. For he knew how I admired the noble, white fruitfulness of his form. As I watched him, he stood in white relief against the mass of green. He polished his arm, holding it out straight and solid; he rubbed his hair into curls, while I watched the deep muscles of his shoulders, and the bands stand out in his neck as he held it firm; I remembered the story of Annable.
He saw I had forgotten to continue my rubbing, and laughing he took hold of me and began to rub me briskly, as if I were a child, or rather, a woman he loved and did not fear. I left myself quite limply in his hands, and, to get a better grip of me, he put his arm round me and pressed me against him, and the sweetness of the touch of our naked bodies one against the other was superb. It satisfied in some measure the vague, indecipherable yearning85 of my soul; and it was the same with him. When he had rubbed me all warm, he let me go, and we looked at each other with eyes of still laughter, and our love was perfect for a moment, more perfect than any love I have known since, either for man or woman.
We went together down to the fields, he to mow66 the island of grass he had left standing the previous evening, I to sharpen the machine knife, to mow out the hedge-bottoms with the scythe86, and to rake the swaths from the way of the machine when the unmown grass was reduced to a triangle. The cool, moist fragrance87 of the morning, the intentional88 stillness of everything, of the tall bluish trees, of the wet, frank flowers, of the trustful moths89 folded and unfolded in the fallen swaths, was a perfect medium of sympathy. The horses moved with a still dignity, obeying his commands. When they were harnessed, and the machine oiled, still he was loth to mar24 the perfect morning, but stood looking down the valley.
"I shan't mow these fields any more," he said, and the fallen, silvered swaths flickered back his regret, and the faint scent90 of the limes was wistful. So much of the field was cut, so much remained to cut; then it was ended. This year the elder flowers were widespread over the corner bushes, and the pink roses fluttered high above the hedge. There were the same flowers in the grass as we had known many years; we should not know them any more.
"But merely to have mown them is worth having lived for," he said, looking at me.
"You see that sycamore," he said, "that bushy one beyond the big willow92? I remember when father broke off the leading shoot because he wanted a fine straight stick, I can remember I felt sorry. It was running up so straight, with such a fine balance of leaves—you know how a young strong sycamore looks about nine feet high—it seemed a cruelty. When you are gone, and we are left from here, I shall feel like that, as if my leading shoot were broken off. You see, the tree is spoiled. Yet how it went on growing. I believe I shall grow faster. I can remember the bright red stalks of the leaves as he broke them off from the bough."
He smiled at me, half proud of his speech. Then he swung into the seat of the machine, having attended to the horses' heads. He lifted the knife.
"Good-bye," he said, smiling whimsically back at me. The machine started. The bed of the knife fell, and the grass shivered and dropped over. I watched the heads of the daisies and the splendid lines of the cocksfool grass quiver, shake against the crimson burnet, and drop-over. The machine went singing down the field, leaving a track of smooth, velvet93 green in the way of the swath-board. The flowers in the wall of uncut grass waited unmoved, as the days wait for us. The sun caught in the uplicking scarlet94 sorrel flames, the butterflies woke, and I could hear the fine ring of his "Whoa!" from the far corner. Then he turned, and I could see only the tossing ears of the horses, and the white of his shoulder as they moved along the wall of high grass on the hill slope. I sat down under the elm to file the sections of the knife. Always as he rode he watched the falling swath, only occasionally calling the horses into line. It was his voice which rang the morning awake. When we were at work we hardly noticed one another. Yet his mother had said:
"George is so glad when you're in the field—he doesn't care how long the day is."
Later, when the morning was hot, and the honeysuckle had ceased to breathe, and all the other scents95 were moving in the air about us, when all the field was down, when I had seen the last trembling ecstasy96 of the harebells, trembling to fall; when the thick clump71 of purple vetch had sunk; when the green swaths were settling, and the silver swaths were glistening and glittering as the sun came along them, in the hot ripe morning we worked together turning the hay, tipping over the yesterday's swaths with our forks, and bringing yesterday's fresh, hidden flowers into the death of sunlight.
It was then that we talked of the past, and speculated on the future. As the day grew older and less wistful, we forgot everything, and worked on, singing, and sometimes I would recite him verses as we went, and sometimes I would tell him about books. Life was full of glamour97 for us both.
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