Laurence Housman,
The Field of Clover
“ The old woman, weeping for gladness, cried: 'Thou art master of the Plough! Art thou master of all the other things as well?'He said: 'Of one thing only. Tell me of the Burning Rose and the Camphor-Worm; what and where are they? For I am the master of the ends of the earth by reason of the speed with which this carries me; and I am lord of the Thirsty Well, and have the Fire-eaters for my friends.'The old woman clapped her hands, and blessed him for his youth, and his wisdom, and his courage. ”
