Through all the world dispersed. Yet still I spoke
Gently to him, and kissed him; till my son
Wept piteously by me, until tears
Gathered in mine own eyes and I too wept
In silence, by the body of my love.”
“A sudden chill has struck me: do I shake?
I would not have this trembling of old age
Imputed to me as a show of fear;
Only the wind of dawn has chilled my blood,
Grown sluggish now. Death will be kind to me.