Nought but a black, dead, face ... a face I knew....
The lips were bloody ... down upon the pike
Dripped long slow drops like tears.... I hear them now,
Gathering, hanging.... Gods! they strike and strike!...
Dripping forever on my naked heart....
Great tears of blood.... Once, very long ago,
I had a son.... How glad he seemed to start
On that attack!... No ... no ... I shall go mad!
I must not think how glad he was!... how glad....
We fell back towards the mountains. Cassius took