The crazed one from his load of ill.
The pleading look and wild appeal
Of Zillah could not stay the steel;
She saw him fall, and from his side
The red stream gush in bubbling tide,
Then fell herself, as if the blade
A sheath of her own breast had made;
While fearfully his spouting gore
The white robe reddened that she wore.
Her ear heard not the gurgling sound