My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murther should commit, Since but yourself there was no creature by, But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it? It slew itself; the verdict on the view Doth quit the dead, and me not accessary. Well, well, I fear it will be prov'd by you, The evidence so great a proof doth carry. But O, see, see, we need inquire no further: Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found, And in your eye the boy that did the murther; Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound. By this I see, however things be past, Yet Heaven will still have murther out at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT] by JOHN BEAUMONT THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH |