Chapter 13

           Wewereuponthesummitofthestairs,

           Whereforthesecondtimeiscutaway

           Themountain,whichascendingshrivethall.

           Thereinlikemannerdothacornicebind

           Thehillallroundabout,asdoesthefirst,

           Savethatitsarcmoresuddenlyiscurved.

           Shadeistherenone,norsculpturethatappears;

           Soseemsthebank,andsotheroadseemssmooth,

           Withbutthelividcolourofthestone.

           "Iftoinquirewewaitforpeoplehere,"

           ThePoetsaid,"Ifearthatperadventure

           Toomuchdelaywillourelectionhave."

           Thensteadfastonthesunhiseyeshefixed,

           Madehisrightsidethecentreofhismotion,

           Andturnedtheleftpartofhimselfabout.

           "Othousweetlight!withtrustinwhomIenter

           Uponthisnoveljourney,dothouleadus,"

           Saidhe,"asonewithinhereshouldbeled.