Sneer at me; call me bold;
Taunt me, and then upbraid me—
O, my God,[38] how can I wait till morn?
Mother, is that you[39] there?
Surely,[40] I must be dreaming—
Do not leave me, mother;[41] take me home!
Oh, how keen[42] bites the air!
Yonder[43] the dawn is gleaming.
It is I, your child: Oh, mother,[44] come!
Sleepy, indeed, am I—