The fellows were practising long shies and bowling lobs and slow twisters. In the soft grey silence he could hear the bump of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet air the sound of the cricket bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like drops of water in a fountain falling softly in the brimming bowl.
He's not out seeing a sight but the rock crystal thing to see the startling El Greco brimming with inner light that covets nothing that it has let go. This then you may know as the hero.marianne moore
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.