How blood had paid the price of love.

She heard,

And daylight ebbed before her eyes to faint

White mist, then refluent turned and smote

Her heart's eyes with the horror of the truth.

Uhila dead. Uhila with the smile

That woke for her alone. Her thoughts, like leaves

Blown by cold winds, were scattered, and the words

"Uhila dead" was but a symbol grim

Of darkness. All the past, her happy life

Flower in the sun, her home, and all the dear

Familiar duties, all her life to come

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Woven with thoughts of kind Uhila, all

Struck to the ground by murder. In her blood

The pale drops cried to heaven against the wrong,

Wrong to her people and her love, till now

So beautiful.

Malua knew her pain,

And how upon its verdict hung his life.

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