Thy murderers shall avow their foul crime,
And thou be honoured to the end of time;
For I can teach thee more, to ease the ache
Of waiting:—the Cape o’er thy tomb shall take
Thy name; seamen, as, doubling it, they sail,
Shall muse upon thy death, and tell the tale.”
They parted, he to tramp those marshes drear,
Where years are moments, a moment a year.
And living spirits to dead bodies bound
Pace in a tedious circle round and round;