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82 Chit-Chat by Puck.
close to the water, and his eyes looked towards the
south, Then all at once he saw a white shape, that
soared above the sea, It approached the shore, and
Harold beheld at last a large white swan, which
floated down through the air to where he sat.
“I can see by your eyes that you are dreaming
of the land I come from,” said the swan.
“Yes, yes, I long to see that beautiful land in the
south!” cried Harold ; and he asked the swan to fly
away with him, and take him there.
“My road does not lie that way; but now,” said
the swan, “if you place yourself on my back, I
will show you another paradise, of which I have been
dreaming, far away from the myrtle groves and
palm trees.”
“ How I should like to see it!”
“Well, then, come with me!”
And Harold at once seated himself on the swan’s
back, and soon they were both soaring high up in
the air.
“Put your arms round my neck, and look care-
fully around, for now I will fly low, along the
earth, that you may see all the beautiful sights as
we pass on our way.”
And Harold saw vast fields of growing corn
undulating in the wind, extending so far that one
could not see where they began, or where they
ended. Now and then wooded plains intervened,
over which white castles lifted their proud turrets,
surrounded by grassy lawns and flower-beds. Many
church spires pointed to heaven, and handsome
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