In the Round Tower at Jhansi

• The swarming howling wretches below

  Gained and gained and gained.
• Skene looked at his pale young wife
• 'Is the time come?' -- 'The time is come!'
• Close his arm about her now,

  Close her cheek to his,

  Close the pistol to her brow
• God forgive them this!
• 'Will it hurt much?' -- 'No, mine own:

  I wish I could bear the pang for both.'

  'I wish I could bear the pang alone
• 'It is not pain

  Thus to kiss and die.