'He never intended to kill you, Jack—
O Jack, I hope you don't mind being dead!'
Strive as we will, fate can calmly defeat—
What is to be, happens—and always will;
Harry awoke, and stood up on his feet,
And my heart leapt madly and then stood still.
I trembled for Harry, all unprepar'd!
I stood between the Alive and the Dead!
The man and the ghost at each other star'd—
And the man got white, and the ghost got red.