Where sat thy soul serene? O, in that fashion
The boy dream’d to have held thee, the man holds
And dies. Enough to’ve held thee dead, and die.
(He gathers the body in his arms.)
Thou sawest thy lord walk on the waters there.
Come, I will take thee to him.
(He wades into the mere.)
Come, I will take thee to him.Spirit, hear!
I bring thee to thy children and thy lord.
(They sink under the water.)