The voice ceased. There was a deep, brief pause. The judge pronounced the formal words of death. One man, a stranger, tried to clap his hands. The foolish sound was stopped. There was nothing but silence then. No cries in the court, No roar, no slightest murmur from the thronged street, As Brown went back to jail between his guards. The heavy door shut behind them. There was a noise of chairs scraped back in the court-room, And that huge sigh of a crowd turning back into men.