And oft she saw the closet door, and longed to look inside.
At last she could no more refrain, and turned the little key,
And looked within, and fainted straight the horrid sight to see;
For there upon the floor was blood, and on the walls were wives,
For Bluebeard first had married them, then cut their throats with knives.

And this poor wife, distracted, picked the key up from the floor,
All stained with blood; and with much fear she shut and locked the door.
She tried in vain to clean the key and wash the stain away
With sand and soap,—it was no use. Bluebeard came back that day;
At once he asked her for the key,—he saw the bloody stain.—

“You have been in the closet once, and you shall go again!”
“O spare me, spare me! give me time, nor kill me hastily!”
“You have a quarter of an hour,—then, madam, you must die!”
“O sister Anne, go up, go up, and look out from the tower;”
“I'm dead unless my brothers come in a quarter of an hour!”
And Anne looked once, and Anne looked twice, and nothing saw abroad,
But shining sun and growing grass, and dust upon the road.

“Come down!” cried Bluebeard, “time is up!” With many a sigh and moan,
She prayed him for a minute more; he shouted still, “Come down!”
“O sister Anne, look out, look out! and do you nothing see?”
“At last I see our brothers two come riding hastily.”
“Now spare me, Bluebeard,—spare thy wife!” but as the words were said,

And just as Bluebeard's cruel blade was descending on her head,
In rushed the brothers with their swords,—they cut the murderer down,
And saved their sister's life, and gained much glory and renown;
And then they all with gold and plate and jewels rare made free,
And ever after lived content on Bluebeard's property.