Those tones I once had loved so well,
Now wither'd my soul like a flame from hell
With vain remorse and fear!

'All, all that memory still had kept
In her hidden and silent reign,
My youth's warm feelings, which long had slept,
Like a torrent of fire that moment swept
In madness o'er my brain.

'For before me there _his_ pallid face
In death's cold stillness lay;
Even murder could not all efface
Its beauty, whose sad and shadowy trace
Still lingered round that clay.

'Sternly I bent me over the dead,
And strove my breast to steel,
When the dagger from hilt to point blood-red,
Flash'd on my sight, and I madly fled,
The torture of life to feel.

'Since that dread hour o'er half the earth
My weary path has lain;
I have stood where the mighty Nile has birth,
Where Ganges rolls his blue waves forth
In triumph to the main.

'In the silent forest's gloomy shade
I have vainly sought for rest;
My sunless dwelling I have made
Where the hungry tiger nightly stray'd,
And the serpent found a nest.

'But still, where'er I turn'd, there lay
My brother's lifeless form;
When I watched the cataract's giant play
As it flung to the sky its foaming spray,
When I stood 'midst the rushing storm:

'Still, still that awful face was shown,
That dead and soulless eye;
The breeze's soft and soothing tone
To _me_ still seemed his parting groan--
A sound I could not fly!

'In the fearful silence of the night
Still by my couch he stood,
And when morn came forth in splendor bright,
Still there, between me and the light,
Was traced that scene of blood!'

* * * * *

He paused: Death's icy hand was laid
Upon his burning brow;
That eye, whose fiery glance had made
His sternest guards shrink back afraid,
Was glazed and sightless now.

And o'er his face the grave's dark hue
Was in fixed shadow cast;
His spasm-drawn lips more fearful grew
In the ghastly shade of their lurid blue;
With a shudder that ran that cold form through,
The murderer's spirit passed!

SICILIAN SCENERY AND ANTIQUITIES.

NUMBER TWO.

We proceed, in another and concluding paper, as promised in the last
number of the KNICKERBOCKER, to direct the reader's attention to the
_Architectural Antiquities of Sicily_, especially those of Grecian
structure, which will be described in t