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And through Lhc vapor and fire. beneath, on the dark crypto narrow
wing,
With a shout that pealed to the room’s high roof, they saw their hated
King.
And he smote and trampled them under him ; and a long month thence
they bare
AIL black tiidr throats with the grip of his hand-; when the hangman's
hand came there.
But while the King o’er his foes still raged.
With a heart that none could tarn-
Another man sprang doivn to the crypt1.
And with Ivs sword in his hand hard-gripped,
There stood Sir Robert Gr,reme.
Alid the traitor Looked on the King's spent strength,
Avid said: "H ave I kept my word?
Yea, King, the mortal pledge that I gave?
No black friar's .shrift; thy soul shah have,
But the shrift of this red sword:'
With that lie smote his King through the breast, and three ol them in
that pen
Fell on him and .stabbed him, and stabbed him there like merdltsif,
murderous rneil.
’Twas in the fair lit death-chapelle, lay tlie slain King's corp.se on a
bier,
And, girls, ’twas a su-set, sad thing to see how the curling, golden hair,
As in the day of the poet's youth, from the King's crown clustered there.
And if all had come to pass in the brain
That throbbed beneath those curls,
Then Scots had said in the days to come,
That this their soil was a different home,
And a different Scotland, girls,
D a n t k G a b r i e l R o s s e t t i.