My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murther should commit, Since but yourself there was no creature by, But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it? It slew itself; the verdict on the view Doth quit the dead, and me not accessary. Well, well, I fear it will be prov'd by you, The evidence so great a proof doth carry. But O, see, see, we need inquire no further: Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found, And in your eye the boy that did the murther; Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound. By this I see, however things be past, Yet Heaven will still have murther out at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by WALT WHITMAN THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR |