Honour's Martyr
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- The moon is full this winter night;
- The stars are clear, though few;
- And every window glistens bright
- With leaves of frozen dew.
- The sweet moon through your lattice gleams,
- And lights your room like day;
- And there you pass, in happy dreams,
- The peaceful hours away!
- While I, with effort hardly quelling
- The anguish in my breast,
- Wander about the silent dwelling,
- And cannot think of rest.
- The old clock in the gloomy hall
- Ticks on, from hour to hour;
- And every time its measured call
- Seems lingering slow and slower:
- And, oh, how slow that keen-eyed star
- Has tracked the chilly gray!
- What, watching yet! how very far
- The morning lies away!
- Without your chamber door I stand;
- Love, are you slumbering still?
- My cold heart, underneath my hand,
- Has almost ceased to thrill.
- Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,
- And drowns the turret bell,
- Whose sad note, undistinguished, dies
- Unheard, like my farewell!
- To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,
- And Hate will trample me,
- Will load me with a coward's shame--
- A traitor's perjury.
- False friends will launch their covert sneers;
- True friends will wish me dead;
- And I shall cause the bitterest tears
- That you have ever shed.
- The dark deeds of my outlawed race
- Will then like virtues shine;
- And men will pardon their disgrace,
- Beside the guilt of mine.
- For, who forgives the accursed crime
- Of dastard treachery?
- Rebellion, in its chosen time,
- May Freedom's champion be;
- Revenge may stain a righteous sword,
- It may be just to slay;
- But, traitor, traitor,--from THAT word
- All true breasts shrink away!
- Oh, I would give my heart to death,
- To keep my honour fair;
- Yet, I'll not give my inward faith
- My honour's NAME to spare!
- Not even to keep your priceless love,
- Dare I, Beloved, deceive;
- This treason should the future prove,
- Then, only then, believe!
- I know the path I ought to go
- I follow fearlessly,
- Inquiring not what deeper woe
- Stern duty stores for me.
- So foes pursue, and cold allies
- Mistrust me, every one:
- Let me be false in others' eyes,
- If faithful in my own.
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