There is the sun-struck brook of the field, underneath the thin ice of which drops form and fall, form and fall, like big round silvery eyes that grow bigger and brighter with astonishment that you should laugh at them as they vanish.

" "You'll be sun-struck!"

ANSELM And you, who heed the colors of this show, Look to your laughter!It doth body forth A Judgment that may take you unaware, Sun-struck with mirth, like unto chattering leaves Some wind of wrath shall scourge to nothingness.