He woke, and opened on his father's face The darkness of his eyes; but not a word The Master-shipwright said,--his lips were sealed; He was not ready, for he feared to see This mouth curl up with scorn. And Japhet spoke, Full of the calm that cometh after sleep: "Sir, I have dreamed of you. I pray you, sir, What is your name?" and even with his words His countenance changed. The son of Lamech said, "Why art thou sad? What have I done to thee?" And Japhet answered, "O, methought I fled In the wilderness before a maddened beast, And you came up and slew it; and I thought You were my father; but I fear me, sir, My thoughts were vain." With that his father said, "Whatever of blessing Thou reserv'st for me, God! if Thou wilt not give to both, give here: Bless him with both Thy hands"; and laid his own On Japhet's head. Then Japhet looked on him, Made quiet by content, and answered low, With faltering laughter, glad and reverent: "Sir, You are my father?" "Ay," quoth he, "I am! Kiss me, my son; and let me hear my name, My much desiréd name, from your dear lips." Then after, rested, they betook them home: And Japhet, walking by the Master, thought, "I did not will to love this sire of mine; But now I feel as if I had always known And loved him well; truly, I see not why, But I would rather serve him than go free With my two brethren." And he said to him, "Father!"--who answered, "I am here, my son." And Japhet said, "I pray you, sir, attend To this my answer: let me go with you, For, now I think on it, I do not love The chase, nor managing the steed, nor yet The arrows and the bow; but rather you, For all you do and say, and you yourself, Are goodly and delightsome in mine eyes. I pray you, sir, when you go forth again, That I may also go." And he replied, "I will tell thy speech unto the Highest; He Shall answer it. But I would speak to thee Now of the days to come. Know thou, most dear To this thy father, that the drenched world, When risen clean washed from water, shall receive From thee her lordliest governors, from thee Daughters of noblest soul." So Japhet said, "Sir, I am young, but of my mother straight I will go ask a wife, that this may be. I pray you, therefore, as the manner is Of fathers, give me land that I may reap Corn for sustaining of my wife, and bruise The fruit of the vine to cheer her." But he said, "Dost thou forget? or dost thou not believe, My son?" He answered, "I did ne'er believe, My father, ere to-day; but now, methinks, Whatever thou believest I believe, For thy belovéd sake. If this then be As thou (I hear) hast said, and earth doth bear The last of her wheat harvests, and make ripe The latest of her grapes; yet hear me, sir, None of the daughters shall be given to me If I be landless." Then his father said, "Lift up thine eyes toward the north, my son" And so he did. "Behold thy heritage!" Quoth the world's prince and master, "far away