I Read My Sentence Steadily, Reviewed It With My Eyes, To See That I Made No Mistake In Its Extremest Clause, -- The Date, And Manner Of The Shame; And Then The Pious Form That "God Have Mercy" On The Soul The Jury Voted Him. I Made My Soul Familiar With Her Extremity, That At The Last It Should Not Be A Novel Agony, But She And Death, Acquainted, Meet Tranquilly As Friends, Salute And Pass Without A Hint -- And There The Matter Ends.