He told how murderers walk the earth With crimson clouds before their eyes, "And well," quoth he, "I know for truth, Their pangs must be extreme,— Woe, woe, unutterable woe,— Who spill life's sacred stream! For why? Methought, last night, I wrought A murder, in a dream! "One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, "Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, One hurried gash with a hasty knife,- "Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, That could not do me ill; And yet I feared him all the more, For lying there so still: There was a manhood in his look, That murder could not kill. "And, lo! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame; I took the dead man by his hand And called upon his name! "Oh, God! it made me quake to see But when I touched the lifeless clay, "My head was like an ardent coal, My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, A dozen times I groaned: the dead "And now, from forth the frowning sky I heard a voice-that awful voice "I took the dreary body up, "Down went the corse with a hollow plunge And vanished in the pool; Anon I cleansed my bloody hands, And washed my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young, That evening in the school. "Oh, Heaven! to think of their white souls And mine so black and grim! I could not share in childish prayer Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed, 'Mid holy Cherubim! "And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red! "All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep, For Sin had rendered unto her The keys of hell to keep. "All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That racked me all the time; A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime; "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave: Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see "Heavily I rose up, as soon And I saw the Dead in the river bed, "Merrily rose the lark, and shook For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. "With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran; There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man. "And all that day I read in school, But my thought was otherwhere; As soon as the mid-day task was done, And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, "Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one "So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, "Oh, God! that horrid, horrid dream The human life I take; And my red right hand grows raging hot, "And still no peace for the restless clay Will wave or mold allow; The horrid thing pursues my soul,— It stands before me now!" The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow. That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, With gyves upon his wrist. Thomas Hood (1799-1845] THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL I He did not wear his scarlet coat, And blood and wine were on his hands He walked amongst the Trial Men A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked Which prisoners call the sky, I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, "That fellow's got to swing." |