Saw son and father still unreconciled;
And how that father, pointing to the door,
Forbade that son to cross the threshold more;
'Go, go!' said he, 'but never more return!
Go, slay your neighbors, pillage, sack and burn!
But never while the golden sun doth shine,
Be welcomed home as son and heir of mine.'
I state not what in anger I replied,
For anger in my breast has long since died.
Renounced, despised and disinherited,