¡§¡K¡KI shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the
others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours
will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the
grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me.
The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have
hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you
have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the
thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat¡K¡K¡¨