'Oh, let me die too,' I said, for I could not bear the pain.

And afterwards, here in the cave, I was like one asleep, and when I woke I did not really wake.
It was like morning with the light teasing me to open my eyes and look at it.

Not yet, dear light; a little while longer, it is so sweet to lie still.

But it would not leave me, and stayed teasing me still, like a small shining green fly; until, because it teased me so, I opened my lids just a little.

It was not morning, but the firelight, and I was in your arms, not in my little bed.