This prediction was but half fulfilled: I did not indeed dream of sorrow，but as little did I dream of joy; for I never slept at all.

With little Adele in my arms，I watched the slumber of childhood- so tranquil，so passionless，so innocent- and waited for the ing day: all my life was awake and astir in my frame: and as soon as the sun rose I rose too. I remember Adele clung to me as I left her: I remember I kissed her as I loosened her little hands from my neck; and I cried over her with strange emotion，and quitted her because I feared my sobs would break her still sound repose. She seemed the emblem of my past life; and he I was now to array myself to meet，the dread，but adored，type of my unknown future day.