T' embrace my son?
Kent. [Crossing to her] We'll ask no leave, my mother.
Do dreams take flesh, and prayers become alive?
For I have dreamed and prayed to see your face,
Though but in vision, thinking you in Heaven;
And all my life your voice like far off singing
Has followed me. Sometimes it seemed 'twould near
If I might wait in silence, wooing it,
But life that waits no longing pushed me on
With the old loss new in my heart.