XXII

by John Keats · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Isabella, or the Pot of Basil

And many a jealous conference had they,

      And many times they bit their lips alone,

Before they fix'd upon a surest way

      To make the youngster for his crime atone;

And at the last, these men of cruel clay

      Cut Mercy with a sharp knife to the bone;

For they resolved in some forest dim

To kill Lorenzo, and there bury him.

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