Classic Poem

They brought to me his mangled corpse
And I feared lest I should swing.
" O tell me, tell me, — and make it brief —
Why hast thou done this thing?

" Had this man robbed the starving poor
Or lived a gunman's life,
Had he set fire to cottages,
Or run off with thy wife? "

" He hath not robbed the starving poor,
Nor lived a gunman's life;
He hath set fire to no cottage,
Nor run off with my wife.

" Ye ask me such a question that
It now my lips unlocks:
I learned he was the man who planned
The second balcony box. "

The jury pondered never an hour,
They thought not even a little,
But handed in unanimously
A verdict of acquittal.