g in their gore!

Then, at once, upon her mind the unknown fate that had befallen
The other wives of Blue-beard flashed--'twas now no mystery!
She started back as cold as icicles, as white as ashes,
And upon the clammy floor her trembling fingers dropped the key.
She caught it up, she whirled the bolt to, shut the sight behind her,
And like a startled deer at sound of hunter's gun, fled she!

She reached her room with gasping breath,--behold, another terror!
Upon the key within her hand; she saw a ghastly stain;
She rubbed it with her handkerchief, she washed in soap and water,
She scoured it with sand and stone, but all was done in vain!
For when one side, by dint of work, grew bright, upon the other
(It was bewitched, you know,) came out that ugly spot again!

And then, unlooked-for, who should come
next morning, bright and early,
But old Blue-beard himself who hadn't been away a week!
He kissed his wife, and, after a brief pause, said, smiling blandly:
"I'd like my keys, my dear." He saw a tear upon her cheek,
And guessed the truth. She gave him all
but one. He scowled and grumbled:
"I want the key to the _small room_!"
Poor thing, she could not speak!

He saw at once the stain it bore while she turned pale and paler,
"You've been where I forbade you! Now you shall go there _to stay_!
Prepare yourself to die at once!" he cried. The frightened lady
Could only fall before him pleading: "Give me time to pray!"
Just fifteen minutes by the clock he granted. To her chamber
She fled, but stopped to call her sister Anne by the way.

"O, sister Anne, go to the tower and watch!" she cried, "Our brothers
Were coming here to-day, and I have got to die!
Oh, fly, and if you see them, wave a signal! Hasten! hasten!"
And Anne went flying like a bird up to the tower high.
"Oh, Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming?"
Called the praying lady up the tower-stairs with piteous cry.

"Oh Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming?"
"I see the burning sun," she answered, "and the waving grass!"
Meanwhile old Blue-beard down below was whetting up his cutlass,
And shouting: "Come down quick, or I'll come after you, my lass!"
"One little minute more to pray, one minute more!" she pleaded--
To hope how slow the minutes are, to dread how swift they pass!

"Oh