And I saw the flood of his good heart’s blood
Leap red as the Judgment Day!”
That terrible deed they knew alone—
God and the Devil and the Dead—
Then a morning came, upon wings of flame,
And deluged the world with red.
“O, who shall tell?” cried the sailor-men,
“What this vision of woe can mean,
Filling sea and air with a gory glare
And the lurid clouds between?