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Now is thine heart made clean within

That was dark of old and murder-fraught.

But, lo, thy brother; what hast thou wrought

Yea, though I love thee what woe, what sin,

On him, who willed it not!

Saw'st thou her raiment there,

Sister, there in the blood?

She drew it back as she stood,

She opened her bosom bare,

She bent her knees to the earth,

The knees that bent in my birth

And I Oh, her hair, her hair [He breaks into inarticulate weeping.

Oh, thou didst walk in agony,

Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry

Of wordless wailing, well know I.

She stretched her hand to my cheek,

And there brake from her lips a moan;

'Mercy, my child, my own!'

Her hand clung to my cheek;

Clung, and my arm was weak;

And the sword fell and was gone.

Unhappy woman, could thine eye

Look on the blood, and see her lie,

Thy mother, where she turned to die?