I felt as if she could give me everything I wanted; as if I should never wish to leave her, but would be content to be sung to and fed by her, day after day, as years rolled by.

At last I fell asleep while she sang.
When I awoke, I knew not whether it was night or day.

The fire had sunk to a few red embers, which just gave light enough to show me the woman standing a few feet from me, with her back towards me, facing the door by which I had entered.

She was weeping, but very gently and plentifully.

The tears seemed to come freely from her heart.