Retraced the path I trod before
With such a heart-wild ecstasy.
For as I gazed upon their guilt,
A thought flashed out of demon-hue;
And I resigned my dagger’s hilt
As deadlier then my vengeance grew.
Small torture satisfies the weak—
For they but slightly feel a wrong;
I would by hours my vengeance wreak!
The deep revenge is for the strong.