"I took the dreary body up, And cast it in a stream, A sluggish water, black as ink, My gentle Boy, remember this "Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, And vanish'd in the pool; Anon I cleans'd my bloody hands, And wash'd my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young, “Oh, Heaven! to think of their white souls, And mine so black and grim! I could not share in childish prayer, Nor join in Evening Hymn: Like a Devil of the Pit I seem'd, 'Mid holy Cherubim ! |