William Morris,
The Sundering Flood — They meet through Autumn and Winter
(1898)
“ Another time she prayed him to come clad in that goodly armour of the spoils of Deepdale, and he could no less than yea-say her, and there he was on the trysting-day, striding by the river-bank in the sun, like an heap of glittering ice hurrying before the river when the thaw is warm and the sun shining bright at Candlemas. ”
