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vv. 1542–1564. Not thine, O Woman who dared to slay him,

Thou durst not weep to him now, nor pray him,

Nor pay to his soul the deep unworth

Of gift or prayer to forget thy blow.

—Oh, who with heart sincere

Shall bring praise or grief

To lay on the sepulchre

Of the great chief?

His burial is not thine to array.

By me he fell, by me he died,

I watch him to the grave, not cried

By mourners of his housefolk; nay,

His own child for a day like this

Waits, as is seemly, and shall run

By the white waves of Acheron

To fold him in her arms and kiss!

Lo, she who was erst reviled

Revileth; and who shall say?

Spoil taken from them that spoiled,

Life-blood. from them that slay!

Surely while God ensueth

His laws, while Time doth run

'Tis written: On him that doeth

It shall be done.