I have but one more command to make.

Will you obey me?
"You bow again.

My life-blood is growing cold.

I am about to go down into that grave.
"One step! The clouds fly and darken, and you will see them return again, but not I.
"Two steps! Farewell, sun and light of day.

I shall see thee again, but not as now.
"Three steps! Downward to the grave I descend to meet thee, my own dear boy.