Adieu the silent look! the streaming eye!
The murmured plaint! the deep heart-heaving sigh
Long-slumbering Vengeance wakes to better deeds;
He shrieks, he falls, the perjured lover bleeds!
Now the last laugh of agony is o’er,
And pale in blood he sleeps, to wake no more!
“’Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns
Nature relents, but, ah! too late returns!
Why does my soul this gush of fondness feel?
Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel!