And wept to see another day go down40

O'er thee and me, with those huge hills between us.

They shall not part us more.

Wer.‍I know not that.

Are you aware my father is no more?

Ulr. Oh, Heavens! I left him in a green old age,

And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady

Amidst the elements, whilst younger trees

Fell fast around him. 'Twas scarce three months since.

Wer. Why did you leave him?