Be patient!—we shall keep
Our secret closely hid
Beneath the coffin-lid,—
There is no other place in earth or air
For such a love as ours, or such despair!
[p 157] And neither hell nor heaven shall care to win
Our loathëd souls, rejoicing in their sin!
Sleep!—for my hand is sure,—
The cold steel bright and pure
Strikes through thy heart and mine