ONLY last night - it was dark - the night
Was blinded with star-dust, the river ran cold,
I struck him . . . alone! His face was white
As the dead moon's is, - a ghastly sight!
I hid IT away where the rotten pier
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O'erjuts the water black and cold.
I laugh'd outright - I had little fear:
He was dead, my foe: I made good cheer!
Only last night! He spoke no word;
He dreamt not of death alone i' the cold:
Nobody listen'd. To-day a bird
Whistles a catch that the world has heard.
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