To fright their victims home;
And, o’er and o’er, was heard: “The door!”
And cries where fright had striven.
But oh, no more would swing that door,
On throngs against it driven.
Red lips of fire flew to and fro,
And kiss’d each maiden’s cheek;
They blush’d, but oh, too deep the glow!
They kneel’d, but oh, too meek!
Death wrapt them round in robes of flame,