' You hear his wings now !' said Adam; and I knew he did not mean the wings of the morning.
' It is the great Shadow stirring to depart,' he went on. ' Wretched creature, he has himself within him, and cannot rest!'
' But is there not in him something deeper yet ?' I asked.
' Without a substance,' he answered, a shadow cannot be—yea, or without a light behind the substance !'
He listened for a moment, then called out, with a glad smile,
' Hark to the golden cock ! Silent and motionless for millions of years has he stood on the clock of the universe; now at last he is flapping his wings! now will he begin to crow ! and at intervals will men hear him until the dawn of the day eternal.'
I listened. Far away—as in the heart of an seonian silence, I heard the clear jubilant outcry of the golden throat. It hurled defiance at death and the dark ; sang infinite hope, and coming calm. It was the ' expectation of the creature' finding at last a voice; the cry of a chaos that would be a kingdom !
Then I heard a great flapping.
' The black bat is flown !' said Mara.
' Amen, golden cock, bird of God!' cried Adam, and the words rang through the house of silence, and went up into the airy regions.
At his Amen—like doves arising on wings of silver from among the potsherds, up sprang the Little Ones to their knees on their beds, calling aloud,
' Crow ! crow again, golden cock ! '—as if they had both seen and heard him in their dreams.