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Why follow here that grim old chronicle

Which counts the dagger-strokes and drops of blood? 450

Enough that Margaret by his mad steel fell,

Unmoved by murder from her trusting mood,

Smiling on him as Heaven smiles on Hell,

With a sad love, remembering when he stood

Not fallen yet, the unsealer of her heart,

Of all her holy dreams the holiest part.