Elizabeth Madox Roberts,
In the Great Steep's Garden
“ From the white-flecked alp the hill winds blow— And all at once it has passed me there, Lilting back to the land of the air, Back to the land of the great white stills: Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills? ”
Elizabeth Madox Roberts,
In the Great Steep's Garden
“ Did the storm winds harry with stinging sleet, Or the mad seas bid her stay? Ah, Allah is great; but Love is great When the woman-heart needs make atoning and wait: She has led him back to the crystal gate,— Together they entered there. ”
