Magic and murder every leaf bespread— }
Enchanted halls, and chambers of the dead, }
And ghosts that haunt the scenes where once the victims bled. }
Just at this time, when Peter’s heart began
To admit the fear that shames the valiant man,
He paused—but why? “Here’s one my guard to be; }
When thus protected, none can trouble me.”— 600}
Then rising look’d he round, and lo! alone was he. }
Three ponderous doors, with locks of shining brass,
Seem’d to invite the trembling Boy to pass;