They burned too deep. Had they but taken that lightly
Which take they must, Love being absolute lord--
Parted by now they yet had rendered rightly
Memory each to each, love's last reward.
But of their love maybe a fiercer glow
They had who saved their honour at the last
By direst means. Whether it be or no,
In death their faces held a _something_ fast.
Beneath the fall's white glare and drumming zest,
Where on black depths an hundred suns are burning,
Their bodies bound, like faggots, breast to breast
Rose for a peaceful space, lazily turning:
Their mutual smile acknowledged _this_ was best.
Love had found Honour's way. O bitter learning!
_ELIZABETH RENDALL_
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