Two full hours before the dawn,

Dotard Parrot cocks an ear

To the sleeper's moan, long-drawn,

To her slurring tale of fear.

Parrot hears Delilah tell

Who lies dead below the stair;

How he shuddered, stumbled, fell;

In whose cause she laid him there.

The knife bit, thus: thus, the blood spread!

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