Here you will find the Poem The Advice Of Treachery of poet Leon Gellert
This well-feigned trance, this still and stupored sleep is aptly timed, and nobly fits the scheme. The cloud-encircled Sword with Night may creep Beside the gates, and catch the world adream, Snatching as life before the sluggish breath Awakes to morning and to vultured death, Till Craft appeared, the blunted Grecian spears That scratched at Troy, and all the blistered Hands That tore at stones and prayed upon the sands Were weak and vain, and vain the bloody years. Oh, let the winds take up the heavy tones Of sleeping. Move within a mist! Shun light! Then swing the hidden weapon once, and smite, And gaze with laughter on the slaughtered throne.
