She was
very much afraid that she should not reach the tall pine which was
quite a way distant before the sun shone out, and the rainbow came.
The sun was already breaking through the clouds when she came in sight
of it, way up above her on a rock. The rain-drops on the trees began
to shine like diamonds, and the words of the song rushed out from
their midst, louder and sweeter:
"O what is it shineth so golden-clear?"
Flax climbed for dear life. Red and green and golden rays were already
falling thick around her, and at the foot of the pine-tree something
was shining wonderfully clear and bright.
At last she reached it, and just at that instant the rainbow became a
perfect one, and there at the foot of the wonderful arch of glory was
the Pot of Gold. Flax could see it brighter than all the brightness of
the rainbow. She sank down beside it and put her hand on it, then she
closed her eyes and sat still, bathed in red and green and violet
light--that, and the golden light from the Pot, made her blind and
dizzy. As she sat there with her hand on the Pot of Gold at the foot
of the rainbow, she could hear the leaves over her singing louder and
louder, till the tones fairly rushed like a wind through her ears. But
this time they only sang the last words of the song:
"And whom is it for, O Pilgrim, pray?
For thee, Sweetheart, should'st thou go that way.
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