English poem
“LORD LEITRIM.”
by Francis William Lauderdale Adams (1862–1893)
My Lord, at last you have it! Now we know Truth's not a phrase, justice an idle show. Your life ran red with murder, green with lust. Blood has washed blood clean, and, in the final dust Your carrion will be purified. Yet, see, Though your body perish, for your soul shall be An immortality of infamy!