Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

An Old Story

   (Retold in Rhyme)

They threw him in a prison cell;
He moaned upon his bed.
And when he crept from coils of hell:
"Last night you killed," they said.

"last night in drunken rage you slew
A being brave with breath;
A radiant soul, because of you
Lies dark in death."

"last night I killed," he moaned distraught,
"When I was wild with wine;
I slew, and I remember naught...
O Mother, Mother mine!

"To what unbridled rage may lead
You taught me at your knew.
Why did I not your warning heed...
And now; the gallows tree.

"O Mother, Mother, come to me,
For I am sore distrest,
And I would kneel beside your knee
And weep upon your breast..."

They stared at him; their lips were dumb,
Their eyes tear filled;
Then spoke the Priest: "She cannot come...
'Twas she you killed."

1. Music in the Bush
2. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
3. The Little Old Log Cabin
4. The Younger Son
5. The March of the Dead

Edwin Robinson (Эдвин Робинсон) An Old Story ("STRANGE that I did not know him then")

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