William Morris,
The Sundering Flood — Osberne sorrows for the Loss of Elfhild
(1898)
“ But when the night was yet dark and no sign of dawn in the sky, and, might he have seen it, the south-west wind was driving the rack low adown along the earth, he rose up slowly and gat his bow and arrows into his hands, and weakly and stiffly, like a man who hath been long sick, he fell to going along the river-side toward Wethermel, and his feet knew the way though his eyes might see it not. ”
