She loved me; a year after marriage there was promise of a child.

During the night preceding thy birth I fell asleep at the bedside of my wife.

I dreamed that she was lying on the shores of the Nile, and complained to me of pain in the breast.

Bending down, I beheld a cypress-tree springing from her heart.

It grew larger and larger, black and spreading, twined its roots around thy mother and strangled her.