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Rh But, moving slow, it faced him straight,

It would not flinch nor quail:

Then first did Gilbert's strength abate,

His stony firmness quailfail [sic].

He sank upon his knees and prayed;

The shape stood rigid there;

He called aloud for human aid,

No human aid was near.

An accent strange did thus repeat

Heaven's stern but just decree:

"The measure thou to her didst mete,

To thee shall measured be!"

Gilbert sprang from his bended knees,

By the pale spectre pushed,

And, wild as one whom demons seize,

Up the hall-staircase rushed;

Entered his chamber—near the bed

Sheathed steel and fire-arms hung—

Impelled by maniac purpose dread,

He chose those stores among.

Across his throat, a keen-edged knife

With vigorous hand he drew;

The wound was wide—his outraged life

Rushed rash and redly through.

And thus died, by a shameful death,

A wise and worldly man,

Who never drew but selfish breath

Since first his life began.

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