And then my soul fell from him—then the grass
Grew in the way between our parted homes;
And wheresoe’er I wander’d, then it seem’d
That all the woods were silent. I went forth—
I journey’d, with my lonely heart, afar,
And so return’d—and where was he? The earth
Own’d him no more.
Herrmann. But thou thyself, since then,
Hast turn’d thee from the idols of thy tribe,
And, like thy brother, bow’d the suppliant knee