Who fall before My conquering Huns—
Believe Me, friends, these grievous woes
Deprive Me of My due repose,
And, though enforced by higher need,
Make My Imperial bosom bleed."
As the fat spider wipes its eye
Over each strangulated fly;
As Abdul Hamid once was fain
To weep for the Armenian slain;
As Haynau felt his eyelids drip