And there he let the water in
And sank his terror out of sight.
He swam ashore, and donn’d his dress,
And scraped his bloody fingers clean;
Ran home and on his victim’s steed
Mounted, and never more was seen.
But to a comrade ere he died
He told his story guess’d of none:
So from his lips the crime returned
To haunt the spot where it was done.