With unshod feet at dead of night
In stealth he to the guest-room crept,
Lantern and dagger in his hand,
And stabbed his victim while he slept.
But as he struck a scream there came,
A fearful scream so loud and shrill:
He whelm’d the face with pillows o’er,
And lean’d till all had long been still.
Then to the face the flame he held
To see there should no life remain:—