One in the Public Gallery

The Seraph scanned the murderer in the dock—
The motionless Judge, beneath the court-room clock,
The listening jury, warders, counsel, Clerk;
Ay, one and all who shared that deepening dark:
And then, as I shunned to see,
He turned his burning eyes and looked at me.
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