“But now her son had fifteen summers told,

Fierce at the chase, and in the forest bold;

When, as he beat the woods in quest of prey,

He chanced to rouse his mother where she lay.

She knew her son, and kept him in her sight,

And fondly gazed: the boy was in a fright,

And aimed a pointed arrow at her breast,

And would have slain his mother in the beast;