O lily-white hand—soul noble and true!
You murder'd him where the blue waters roll,
And he set the seal of his death on you.
I have sat so happily by your side,
I have lain so tranquilly on your breast;
But I think that you died, and I think that I died—
And death is the end of all, and the best.
It was God who created men and time;
And a better than you He could not need;
So if you did it, it was not a crime,