Five Years Later

Henry Lawson, 1907

      She's dead, who so belied her name —
      She's dead, the Lady Ruth,
      And past all fear of hurt or shame —
      And I've told him the truth.
      Remember we, though not in name,
      Were brothers in our youth.

      Tomorrow morning, face to face,
      We two alone shall stand,
      To prove that honour still is wed
      To knighthood in the land —
      And one of us shall die, and one
      Shall hold his dying hand.