A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; Not a hope in the world remained: The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained. Skene looked at his pale young wife. 'Is the time come?' -- 'The time is come.' -- Young, strong, and so full of life, The agony struck them dumb. Close his arm about her now, Close her cheek to his, Close the pistol to her brow -- God forgive them this! 'Will it hurt much?' -- 'No, mine own: I wish I could bear the pang for both.' -- 'I wish I could bear the pang alone: Courage, dear, I am not loth.' Kiss and kiss: 'It is not pain Thus to kiss and die. One kiss more.' -- 'And yet one again.' -- 'Good-bye.' -- 'Good-bye.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN HADES by ANNA CALLENDER BRACKETT |