So he spake long ago;
How brave our love must grow,"
Wrote a week since.
Then news, from far away,
Came unto me this day,
Only these words to say,
Lo, he is dead."
"The Terror by Night: the Arrow by Day: the Pestilence walking in Darkness: the Destruction wasting at Noonday."
Thou Demon Fear, Assassin of Delight,
Who makest impotent Man's royal might,