Condemned
C ONDEMNED
What , it is dawn? The trap 's ready? and you, with the Book?
Round the grey cell I have scarcely time for another look?
Over my eyes the cap slips in a moment more?
Only that much of breath remains, ere through the floor
I 'm to be shot ... and swing on air, over the ground?
Swing, as a hanged man must, and stare: till sight 's drowned?
Well, so be it! But, hear; no prating of " God" at the trap.
God is only the Night that fills the Unknown's gap.
" He is the Resurrection," you answer, " and the Life?"
Vow so, when you have slain your friend — and a wanton wife!
What , it is dawn? The trap 's ready? and you, with the Book?
Round the grey cell I have scarcely time for another look?
Over my eyes the cap slips in a moment more?
Only that much of breath remains, ere through the floor
I 'm to be shot ... and swing on air, over the ground?
Swing, as a hanged man must, and stare: till sight 's drowned?
Well, so be it! But, hear; no prating of " God" at the trap.
God is only the Night that fills the Unknown's gap.
" He is the Resurrection," you answer, " and the Life?"
Vow so, when you have slain your friend — and a wanton wife!
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