But as he turned to go back,
That Image turned not:
And he thought he saw his Mother,
She, standing very close to him in the sunlight,
Sad, ah, so sad, with her dark experienced eyes
And the lines about her mouth.

He thrilled as he felt her arms about him,
And remained so in comfort.

But as he looked up, the golden city was gone:
And he girded up his loins,
And went on, the Mother following him.