Then leaping on his feet upright,

Some moody turns he took;

Now up the mead, then down the mead,

And past a shady nook: And lo! he saw a little boy

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That pored upon a book!

'My gentle lad, what is't you read

Romance or fairy fable?

Or is it some historic page,

Of kings and crowns unstable ?" The young boy gave an upward glance"It is the Death of Abel."

The usher took six hasty strides,
As smit with sudden pain;
Six hasty strides beyond the place,
Then slowly back again :

And down he sat beside the lad,
And talk'd with him of Cain;

And, long since then, of bloody men,
Whose deeds tradition saves;

Of lonely folk cut off unseen,
And hid in sudden graves;
Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn,
And murders done in caves;

And how the sprites of injured men
Shriek upward from the sod-
Aye, how the ghostly hand will point
To show the burial clod;
And unknown facts of guilty acts
Are seen in dreams from God!

He told how murderers walk'd the earth
Beneath the curse of Cain-

With crimson clouds before their eyes,

And flames about their brain : For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain!

"And well," quoth he, " I know, for truth, Their pangs must be extremeWo, wo, unutterable wo

Who spill life's sacred stream!

For why? Methought last night I wrought A murder in a dream!

"One that had never done me wrong— A feeble man, and old;

I led him to a lonely field,

The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!

"Two sudden blows with a ragged stick,
And one with a heavy stone,

One hurried gash with a hasty knife-
And then the deed was done :

There was nothing lying at my foot,
But lifeless flesh and bone!

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Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,
That could not do me ill;

And yet I fear'd him all the more,
For lying there so still :

There was a manhood in his look,

That murder could not kill!

"And lo! the universal air

Seem'd lit with ghastly flame

Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes
Were looking down in blame:

I took the dead man by the hand,
And call'd upon his name!

"Oh God, it made me quake to see
Such sense within the slain!
But when I touch'd the lifeless clay,
The blood gush'd out amain!
For every clot, a burning spot
Was scorching in my brain!

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'My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid ice;

My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
Was at the devil's price:

A dozen times I groan'd; the dead
Had never groan'd but twice!

"And now from forth the frowning sky,
From the heaven's topmost height,

I heard a voice-the awful voice
Of the blood-avenging sprite :
'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,
And hide it from my sight!'

"I took the dreary body up,
And cast it in a stream-
A sluggish water, black as ink,
The depth was so extreme.
My gentle boy, remember this
Is nothing but a dream!

"Down went the corse with a hollow plunge,

And vanish'd in the pool;

Anon I cleansed my bloody hands,

And wash'd my forehead cool,

And sat among the urchins young
That evening in the school!

"O heaven, to think of their white souls, And mine so black and grim!

I could not share in childish prayer,

Nor join in evening hymn:

Like a devil of the pit I seem'd,

'Mid holy cherubim!

"And peace went with them one and all,
And each calm pillow spread;
But Guilt was my grim chamberlain
That lighted me to bed,

And drew my midnight curtains round,
With fingers bloody red!

"All night I lay in agony,

In anguish dark and deep;
My fever'd eyes I dared not close,
But stared aghast at Sleep;

For Sin had render'd unto her
The keys of hell to keep!

"All night I lay in agony,

From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That rack'd me all the timeA mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime!

“One stern, tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse

Did that temptation crave

Still urging me to go and see
The dead man in his grave!

"Heavily I rose up as soon As light was in the sky

And sought the black accursed pool
With a wild misgiving eye ;

And I saw the dead in the river bed,
For the faithless stream was dry!

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Merrily rose the lark, and shook
The dewdrop from its wing;

But I never mark'd its morning flight,

I never heard it sing:

For I was stooping once again

Under the horrid thing.

"With breathless speed, like a soul in chase,

I took him up and ran

There was no time to dig a grave

Before the day began:

In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves,
I hid the murder'd man!

"And all that day I read in school,
But my thought was other where !
As soon as the mid-day task was done,
In secret I was there :

And a mighty wind had swept the leaves,
And still the corse was bare!

"Then down I cast me on my face,

And first began to weep,

For I knew my secret then was one
That earth refused to keep;
Or land or sea, though he should be
Ten thousand fathoms deep!

"So wills the fierce avenging sprite,
Till blood for blood atones!

Aye, though he's buried in a cave,
And trodden down with stones,