Farewell, you man who have come out of the north to be my glory and my shame.

Farewell, until the purpose of our lives declares itself and the seed that we have sown in sorrow shall blossom into an everlasting flower.Farewell.

Farewell!" Then a woman appeared in the background beckoning, and all my dream vanished away.

Yet to my mind came the thought that it was to the lady who gave the necklace that Death stood near, rather than to him to whom it was given.

For surely death was written in her sad and longing eyes.
So that dream ended.