And I turned back; nor thought to enter in
While Hilperik still lived, or Fredegonde.
Sleep fell upon mine eyes that night, as soft
As snow in April on half-opened buds
That usher in the many-coloured months,
Unvext by dim anxieties and fears
Of misadventures, which had troubled sleep
These many nights; and Hildebert, my son,
Slept the calm sleep of children by my side,
His sweet, warm body nestled close to mine,