But in my soul I think it was a dream,
And but a dream; a thing, whence’er it came,
To be forgotten and considered not.
Cain. Father, you should have told me this before;
It is no use now. Oh God, my brother! oh God!
Adam. For what is life, and what is pain or death?
You have killed Abel: Abel killed the lamb—
An act in him prepense, in you unthought of.
One step you stirred, and lo! you stood entrapped.
Cain. My father, this is true, I know; but yet,