One cried, "O, speak to us;We are affrighted; we have dreamed a dream,Each to herself. For me, I saw in mineThe grave old angels, like to shepherds, walk,Much cattle following them. Thy daughter looked,And they did enter here."The other layAnd moaned, "Alas! O father, for my dreamWas evil: lo, I heard when it was dark,I heard two wicked ones contend for me.One said, 'And wherefore should this woman live,When only for her children, and for her,Is woe and degradation?' Then he laughed,The other crying, 'Let alone, O prince;Hinder her not to live and bear much seed,Because I hate her.'"But he said, "Rise up,Daughters of Noah, for I have learned no wordsTo comfort you." Then spake her lord to her,"Peace! or I swear that for thy dream, myselfWill hate thee also."And Niloiya said,"My sons, if one of you will hear my words,Go now, look out, and tell me of the day,How fares it?"And the fateful darkness grew.But Shem went up to do his mother's will;And all was one as though the frighted earthQuivered and fell a-trembling; then they hidTheir faces every one, till he returned,And spake not. "Nay," they cried, "what hast thou seen?O, is it come to this?" He answered them,"The door is shut."
The name of the patriarch's wife is intended to be pronouncedNigh-loi-ya.
Of the three sons of Noah,—Shem, Ham, and Japhet,—I have called Japhet the youngest (because he is always named last), and have supposed that, in the genealogies where he is called "Japhet the elder," he may have received the epithet because by that time there were younger Japhets.
The quivering butterflies in companies,That slowly crept adown the sandy marge,Likeliving crocus beds.
This beautiful comparison is taken from "The Naturalist on the River Amazons." "Vast numbers of orange-colored butterflies congregated on the moist sands. They assembled in densely-packed masses, sometimes two or three yards in circumference, their wings all held in an upright position, so that the sands looked as though variegated withbeds of crocuses."