:Each comes in state with his train—hangman, priest, tax-gatherer,

Soldier, lawyer, lords, jailers, and sycophants.

5. Yet behind all, hovering, stealing—lo, a Shape,

Vague as the night, draped interminably, head front and form, in scarlet folds.

Whose face and eyes none may see,

Out of its robes only this—the red robes, lifted by the arm,

One finger crook'd, pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.

6. Meanwhile, corpses lie in new-made graves—bloody corpses of young men;

The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud,

And all these things bear fruits—and they are good.

7. Those corpses of young men,

Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets—those hearts pierced by the gray lead,

Cold and motionless as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.

8. They live in other young men, kings!

They live in brothers, again ready to defy you!

They were purified by death—they were taught and exalted.

9. Not a grave of the murdered for freedom, but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,

Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.