Chapter XXXVII

It was a soulful song he sung, A doleful song sang he, For in the sun her body swung High on the gallows' tree.

The loathsome vultures swooped among The shadows hungrily, As though awaiting for the dung That swayed there horribly.

Then as a distant church bell rung Slowly, peacefully, Out through the night a mad cry flung Red echoes suddenly.

A mad cry, then the silence clung O'er sky and shore and sea; He dead below, and she that hung High on the gallows' tree.