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.