‘At dead of night to his room I crept,
As noiseless as the grave;
Disturbed in his dreams, my brother wept,
And softly murmur’d her name while he slept;
That word new fury gave!
‘The sound from his lip had scarcely passed,
When my dagger pierced his heart:
One dying look on me he cast—
That awful look in my soul will last
When body and soul shall part!