Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE VICTOR. He is dead, — whom I trusted and loved In my innocent youth ; Gave my heart to, — in times when I knew not A lie from a truth. I gave him my all; the things hid In the cells of my heart; My wealth : would you know what he did For my good, on his part ? He robbed me — he might have had all: He smote me, — in vain : I arose from the shock of my fall, From the depths of my pain ; And I cried—"You have wronged me:—My life, Love, and friendship I gave. When you trembled and shrieked in the strife, I was near you, to save. But you stole from my arms the one prize (Of my soul) that I won ; You ravished the light from my eyes, The warmth from my sun : So I slew you. In open mid-day, We met on the shore, Where we met when our spirits were gay, And all life was before. I slew you — in open fair fight: I clove thro' the brain That so long had bewildered my sight; That had stung me to pain. I saw you, still firm in my wrath, Fall dead on the 'sand ; And the last bloody (white and red) froth Bubbled warm on my hand. And now ? do you sleep ? Are you yet In the pangs of your guilt ? For me, I have found no regret For the blood I have spilt. I enjoy, on the sands where we fought, The fresh songs of the sea; And I laugh, that my heart feeleth nought Of poor pity for thee." THE KING IS DEAD. Sound the great bell! The King of all the land is cold and dead : He whom ye knew so well — Know he hath nought whereon to rest his head, Now, but the barest stone, Whereon he lies alone, Far from all help ; life, love, and friendship — fled ! Sound the great bell! He whom ye knew in all his radiant power, The wonder and pageant of an hour, Has bade the world farewell; ... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.