Their guilt, their flight was told aloud,
And Envy smiled to hear my shame!
I call’d on Vengeance; at the word
She came: - Can I the deed forget?
I held the sword - the accursed sword
The blood of his false heart made wet;
And that fair victim paid her debt,
She pined, she died, she loath’d to live; -
I saw her dying - see her yet:
Fair fallen thing! my rage forgive!