XI.

Yes, face to face _once more_ array'd, Stood the Betrayer--the Betray'd! Oh, how through all those gloomy years, When Guilt revolves what Conscience fears, Had that wrong'd victim breathed the vow _That if but face to face_--And now, There, face to face with him he stood, By the great sea, on that wild steep; Around, the voiceless Solitude, Below, the funeral Deep!