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I lifted over mine eyes

My mantle: blinded I smote,

As one smiteth a sacrifice;

And the sword found her throat.

I gave thee the sign and the word;

I touched with mine hand thy sword.

Dire is the grief ye have wrought.

Sister, touch her again:

Oh, veil the body of her;

Shed on her raiment fair,

And close that death-red stain.

—Mother! And didst thou bear,

Bear in thy bitter pain,

To life, thy murderer?

[The two kneel over the body of, and cover her with raiment.

On her that I loved of yore,

Robe upon robe I cast;

On her that I hated sore.

O House that hath hated sore,

Behold thy peace at the last!