Boldly he trod over cloud and star, Boldly he swam through space, She caught the glow of his eyes afar And veiled her delicate face. He was so strong and he was so bright, And his breath was a breath of flame; The Mist grew pale with a vague, strange fright, As fond, yet fierce, he came. Close to his heart she was clasped and kissed; She swooned in love’s alarms, And dead lay the beautiful pale-faced Mist In the Sunbeam’s passionate arms. THE MANIAC. I saw them sitting in the shade; The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired maid And Earl, my dark-eyed lover. His arm was clasped so close, so close, Her eyes were softly lifted, While his eyes drank the cheek of rose And breasts like snowflakes drifted. A strange noise sounded in my brain; I was a guest unbidden. I stole away, but came again With two knives snugly hidden. I stood behind them. Close they kissed, While eye to eye was speaking; I aimed my steels, and neither missed The heart I sent it seeking. There were two death-shrieks mingled so It seemed like one voice crying. I laughed--it was such bliss, you know, To hear and see them dying. I laughed and shouted while I stood Above the lovers, gazing Upon the trickling rills of blood And frightened eyes fast glazing. It was such joy to see the rose Fade from her cheek forever; To know the lips he kissed so close Could answer never, never. To see his arm grow stark and cold, And know it could not hold her; To know that while the world grew old His eyes could not behold her. A crowd of people thronged about, Brought thither by my laughter; I gave one last triumphant shout-- Then darkness followed after. That was a thousand years ago; Each hour I live it over, For there, just out of reach, you know, _She_ lies, with Earl, my lover. They lie there, staring, staring so With great, glazed eyes to taunt me. Will no one bury them down low, Where they shall cease to haunt me? He kissed her lips, not mine; the flowers And vines hung all about them. Sometimes I sit and laugh for hours To think just how I found them. And then I sometimes stand and shriek In agony of terror; I see the red warm in her cheek, Then laugh loud at my error. My cheek was all too pale, he thought; He deemed hers far the brightest. Ha! but my dagger touched a spot That made _her_ face the whitest! But oh, the days seem very long, Without my Earl, my lover; And something in my head seems wrong The more I think it over. Ah! look--she is not dead--look there! She’s standing close beside me! Her eyes are open--how they stare! Oh, hide me! hide me! hide me!