Save of my fate; for that he came to show,
Nor of aught else permitted me to know.
“‘Forewarn’d, forearm thee, and thy way pursue,
Safe, if thou wilt, not flow’ry—now, adieu!’
“‘Nay, go not thus,’ I cried, ‘for this will seem
The work of sleep, a mere impressive dream;
Give me some token, that I may indeed
From the suggestions of my doubts be freed!’ 650
“‘Be this a token—ere the week be fled
Shall tidings greet thee from the newly dead.’