'Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, And vanish'd in the pool; Anon I cleansed my bloody hands, And wash'd my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young That evening in the school! 'O heaven, to think of their white souls, I could not share in childish prayer, 'And peace went with them, one and all, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red! 'All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep; For sin had render'd unto her 'All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That rack'd me all the timeA mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime! 'One stern tyrannic thought that made All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave— Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave! 'Heavily I rose up—as soon And I saw the dead, in the river bed, 'Merrily rose the lark, and shook For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. 'With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran― There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murder'd man! 'And all that day I read in school, And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, 'Then down I cast me on my face, For I knew my secret then was one 'So wills the fierce avenging sprite, 'Oh me! that horrid, horrid dream Again, again, with a dizzy brain, And my red right hand grows raging hot, 'And still no peace for the restless clay The horrid thing pursues my soul- That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, And Eugene Aram walk'd between, T. Hood LII THE BELEAGUERED CITY White as a sea-fog, landward bound, No other voice nor sound was there, But when the old cathedral bell Down the broad valley fast and far, Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead. LIII JAFFAR H. W. Longfellow Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier, The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer. Jaffar was dead, slain by a doom unjust; And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust Of what the good, and e'en the bad might say, Ordain'd that no man living from that day Should dare to speak his name on pain of death. All Araby and Persia held their breath. All but the brave Mondeer.-He, proud to show 'Bring me this man,' the caliph cried: the man Was brought, was gazed upon. The mutes began To bind his arms. 'Welcome, brave cords,' cried he; 'From bonds far worse Jaffar deliver'd me; From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears; Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; Restor❜d me, loved me, put me on a par With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar?' Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this And hold the giver as thou deemest fit.' H |