‘When the deed was done, in horror I gazed
On the face of the murder’d dead;
His dark and brilliant eye was glazed:
When I thought for a moment his arm he raised,
I hid my face in the bed.
‘I could not move from the spot where I stood;
A chilliness froze my mind:
My clothes were dyed with my brother’s blood,
The body lay in a crimson flood,
Which clotted his hair behind!