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16 Faintly marked they the words "Throw her down!" rise from Night eerily, Spectre-spots of the blood of her body on some rotten wall? And the thin note of pity that came: "A King's daughter is she," As they passed where she trodden was once by the chargers' footfall?

Could such be the hauntings of men of to-day, at the cease Of pursuit, at the dusk-hour, ere slumber their senses could seal? Enghosted seers, kings—one on horseback who asked “Is it peace?" . . . Yea, strange things and spectral may men have beheld in Jezreel!

September 24, 1918.