And down the opened roof Fell slanting beams upon his stately head, And streamed along his gown, and made to shine The jewelled sandals on his feet.
And, lo, The Elder cried aloud: "I prophesy.
Behold, my son is as a fruitful field When all the lands are waste.

The archers drew,-- They drew the bow against him; they were fain To slay: but he shall live,--my son shall live, And I shall live by him in the other days.
Behold the prophet of the Most High God: Hear him.

Behold the hope o' the world, what time She lieth under.

Hear him; he shall save A seed alive, and sow the earth with man.
O, earth! earth! earth! a floating shell of wood Shall hold the remnant of thy mighty lords Will this old man be in it?
Sir, and you My daughters, hear him! Lo, this white old man He sitteth on the ground.

(Let be, let be: Why dost Thou trouble us to make our tongue Ring with abhorred words ?) The prophecy Of the Elder, and the vision that he saw, They both are ended." Then said Noah: "The life Of this my lord is low for very age: Why then, with bitter words upon thy tongue, Father-of Lamech, dost thou anger Him?
Thou canst not strive against Him now." He said: "Thy feet are toward the valley, where lie bones Bleaching upon the desert.